Modern poetry on that distant seaside

Blue sea, blue sky, under white clouds

The tide sings softly at the turn of day and night

Golden sand, green grass, in front of the mangroves

The snow-white waves are constantly cheering

As far as the eye can see is the sky-blue water

Close to the kingdom of the sky

The little sailboat returns in the wind

Sailing to the ancient port pier

The fishermen’s faces were full of joy of harvest

On the endless golden beach

People were waiting Return of the sailor

The sea breeze blew by

Carrying the smell of the sea

Slightly fishy

It swept away the longing and a touch of sadness< /p>

Schools of fish are jumping in the sea

Floating hope

I walk backwards on the beach with bare feet

Looking at Liu I left footprints

until they disappeared

When I was tired, I lay down on the beach

The birds in the nearby forest sang softly

Sleep The last sleep was like a dream

What should I pay attention to

Life is short

Wake up and look at the tragic sunset again

Sinking into the sea

Like blood

Following the cool starlight after dark

Finding the way back

Carrying a weak candlelight

Knock slowly and gently on the door of your home

On that distant seaside