The sun and the moon seem to rise from the sea and fall in the sea; Across the sky, the Milky Way (Xinghan) seems to be hanging on the sea from beginning to end, and even the whole universe seems to be contained in the sea.
See the boundless ocean
Author: Cao Cao
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea.
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected;
Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.
2. I want to find a poem or classical Chinese about the "star"-the star (1) author Bing Xin, a star is shining-how can I hear it in the deep blue space? In the silent twilight, they deeply praised each other's second childhood! It is the truth in the dream, the tearful smile in the memory, and the trembling of 30,000 hectares-the moon on the dark island has come up with the source of life and the place of death! Four little brothers! Three bright and happy stars in the soul, gentle and unspeakable children in the depths of the soul! How to describe darkness? The depth of the soul, the depth of the universe, the rest place under strong light, and the reverse side of six mirrors feel unnatural. Why don't you turn over? Only lonely and angry people are awake! Listening to the fortuneteller's gong beating the fate of the world, eight residual flowers dotted the branches, birds flew away and scattered all over the floor-life is also such a glimpse. Nine dreams are the most hidden! Tell the secrets and worries in your soul clearly and honestly. Ten tender green shoots and young people said, "develop yourself!" " "Cang Hua and the young man said," Contribute yourself! " The scarlet fruit and the youth said, "sacrifice yourself!" "Where can I find infinite mystery? Behind his smile, infinite mystery precedes his words. Twelve humans! Let's fall in love. We are all long-distance travelers with the same destination. The blue walls and the sky are boundless-that is, we are all natural babies lying in the cradle of the universe. Fifteen children! You can come to my garden instead of picking my flowers-look at the thorns of roses stabbing your hands, sixteen-year-old young man! Draw your present picture carefully for the future, my friend! Why do you say I am "silent"? About 18 writers in the world do more than just words! Sow your seeds on purpose, and you can find your fruits anytime and anywhere. My heart is like a boat crossing the undulating sea. Twenty happy flowers are looking for the perfect person in the hands of fate. Twenty strings outside the window have touched my heart! How can it only be deeply wrapped in the lingering sound? The sound of trees is infinite. The moon and the moon are infinite. Twenty-two lives and leaves-a hazy day of death-are haggard fallen flowers. Twenty-three lamps are bright in silence and extinguished in excitement. Twenty-four sunflowers admit to those who have never seen Bai Lianhua that they are best friends. Sunflower bowed her head and died of her elegant pride. Get up and praise his silence and eternal rest. Twenty-six mountains and deep seas-cold heart and warm tears. Poor little man! Twenty-seven poets are the greatest happiness in the world fantasy and the deepest disappointment in fact. Haibo, the hometown of twenty-eight! The waves you splashed once pounded my rocks drop by drop, and now they are pounded my heartstrings drop by drop. My friend feels sorry for you. All I can offer is a cold smile. Is it that 30 years have passed and nothing has been achieved except misty thoughts? Thirty-one families are the most ungrateful-people's tears are their harvest, and the thorns of thirty-two roses are the resentment of those who climbed up to pick them, which is her own comfort, mom! Put aside your sadness and let me fall into your arms. Only you are the destination of my soul. It is not the rolling waves that create the new land, but the fine sand below it. 350,000 angels will get up and sing praises to their children! In his small body, there is a great soul. Thirty-six rays of sunlight penetrate through cracks and tiny thorns and say, "Use my strength to stick out your head and liberate your imprisoned self!" "The trunk came out, and the solid rock split into two stars. (2) The author Bing Xin, thirty-seven artists! The body and the world should not always listen to the river at the foot of the gurgling mountain in the well site passing through a dense fog of light-the chilly wind blows the hair on the horizon-is it a star or a lamp added to the ground for 39 years? I caught a glimpse of the brilliant morning sun in the clouds below the mountain! You were miserable when you left. How can you see me again now? Forty, my friend! Don't believe that I will make you worry infinitely. I'm just a weak person driven by ideological trend! Forty-it's late at night, and my heart will open-the god of thought of a wandering traveler comes unexpectedly. There are forty-two clouds in the sky, and the thoughts of people on the ground are imprisoned by facts, which is the root of all pain. Forty-three truths are in the silence of babies, not in the debate of wise people. Forty-four nature! Please allow me to ask only one sentence, a solemn sentence. I never misunderstood you. The bigger it takes to make forty-five comments, the smaller the fruit of action. The candle for cooking is still on! Play it again and again! Waiting for the distant brother to come from the dark. Forty-seven childhood friends, Haibo, Shan Ying, brilliant sunset, tragic horn, are we estranged now? Forty-eight weak grass Be proud. Only you decorated the world. Forty-nine fragmentary poems are just a little spray in the sea of learning. However, they are bright and twinkling stars embedded in the soul sky. Do you want to meet him with 50 unchanging emotions? Can he gush out unexpected ideas and create magical words? The criticism and judgment of ordinary people is like a group of blind people speculating on flowers, plants and stones beside the 52-track moon outside the cloud! Only in this second, you and I are an encounter in infinite life and a farewell in infinite life. Where will we find you when we come back? Be careful not to be involved in the vortex of nothingness! Fifty-four of my friends! Get up, the morning light is coming, and wash your soul all night. Fifty-five successful flowers are only amazed at her present glory! However, at the beginning, her bud was soaked with tears of struggle, and the blood rain of sacrifice spilled all over the world. The poet's mood is woven by the rain of fifty-six nights. A calm heart can build a deeper world in any environment. Don't envy children. Their knowledge is backward. Boredom also looms. Who believes that the sob of a small "heart" shook the world? However, he is a drop of sixty light clouds in the sea of souls, and the wind blows the treetops-you should create your personality at that time! Don't blow out the candle in my hand. My home is in this dark and distant place. The most silent moment is the six or three fingers after writing.