I want a modern poem about the sea, not too long, and I'd better recite it quickly. Urgent! !

The wind on the sea is a flower god,

As soon as she arrived,

Ten thousand waves will bloom.

The wind on the sea is a pianist,

As soon as she arrived,

Just play ten thousand kinds of music.

The wind on the sea is Hercules,

As soon as he comes,

Just send away ten thousand fishing sails.

The wind on the sea is a lion.

As soon as it comes,

Just making waves—

Pushkin goes to the sea.

Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!

This is the last time you appear in front of my eyes,

Rolling blue waves,

Shining with beautiful light.

Like a friend's melancholy complaint,

As if this were his farewell call,

I'm listening for the last time.

Your sad voice, your calling voice.

You are the desire in my heart!

I often walk along your coast,

A person wandering quietly and blankly,

It is also because of that unrequited love and heartache!

How much I like your reply,

Love your melancholy voice, your deep voice,

The silence at dusk,

And that capricious passion!

The docile sails of fishermen,

Under your intentional protection,

Flying bravely between the waves;

But when you lose control,

A large group of ships will be destroyed.

I want to leave forever.

Your lonely and still coast,

Congratulations with a feeling of revelry,

Let my poems follow your waves, towards the distant,

But I didn't get what I wanted!

You wait, you call … and I am bound;

My inner struggle is completely futile;

I was fascinated by a strong passion,

Let me be on your shore ...

What's so pathetic? Where is it now?

Is it the carefree path I want to run to?

In your desert, there is something.

It once shook my heart.

This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb. ...

There, immersed in a cold sleep,

Are some grand memories:

Napoleon died there.

There, he was buried in suffering.

After him, like the sound of a storm,

Another genius flew away from us,

He is another king in our mind.

The singer who cried for the god of freedom disappeared,

He left his laurel in the world.

Let's have a chaotic weather, let's stir it up;

Oh, the sea, is he once in song for you.

Your image is reflected in him,

He used your spirit to shape growth:

He is as dignified, deep and gloomy as you.

Like you, nothing can make him give in.

The world is empty ... the ocean,

Where are you taking us now?

People's fate is the same everywhere:

Where there is happiness, there are guards:

Or an enlightened sage or a tyrannical king.

Oh, goodbye, sea!

I'll never forget your serious face,

I will be for a long time.

Listen to your rumbling at dusk.

My heart is full of you,

I'm going to take your cliff, your bay,

Your flash, your shadow, and the whispering waves,

Into the forest, into the silent desert.

Author: Shu Ting

Works: To the Sea (Sunrise at Sea)

Content:

sunrise on the sea

How many heroes have aroused people's heartfelt admiration

Sunset at sea

Arouse the tenderness of many poets

How many songs were sung on the cliff?

It is also blown by the sea breeze day and night

Whispering day and night

How many lines of footprints were left on the beach?

How many sails have been raised on the horizon?

It's all kept secret by Haitao

Secret burial

There have been curses and sorrows.

There have been praises and glory.

Ocean-a Changing Life

Life-a turbulent ocean

Where is the hole dug in childhood?

Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?

Oh, the sea

Even if your waves

Can erase memories.

And some shells.

Scattered on the hillside

Like the stars on a summer night

Maybe the vortex is flashing dangerously.

Maybe the storm opened the greedy mouth.

Ah, life

Even though you destroyed it.

Countless pure dreams

There are also some brave people.

As in a storm

Flying petrel

The night is as calm as the night on the coast.

The rock death in Cold Leaves is as serious as death.

From the rocks on the coast

How lonely my shadow is

From dusk to midnight

How proud I am inside.

"Free Element", huh?

Let you pretend to roar.

Let you be hypocritical and calm.

Let you take everything from the past.

Everything in the past-

This world

Have the pain of sinking

And the joy of awakening.