1. What are the poems about the sea?

The poems about the sea are as follows:

1. There are close friends in the sea, and the ends of the world are like neighbors. ——Wang Bo's "Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"

2. Hai Ri is born and the rest of the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. ——Wang Wan "Under Cibeigu Mountain"

3. The bright moon rises over the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. ——Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon and Reminiscing about the Past"

4. When there is no wind in the sea, the waves are calm. ——Bai Juyi's "Screen with Sea Pictures"

5. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. ——Cen Shen's "Baixuege Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital"

6. If you don't see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky and rush to the sea never to return. ——Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine"

7. Don't you see, the horses and rivers are walking by the snowy seaside, and the flat sand is turning yellow into the sky. ——Cen Shen's "Traveling to the River to Send Doctor Feng to the Western Expedition"

8. The mountains and rocks are fine in the mouth, and the sea waves are flat in the heart. ——Han Yu's "Jingwei Reclamation of the Sea"

9. The building overlooks the sea and the sun, and the door faces the Zhejiang tide. —— Song Zhiwen, "Lingyin Temple"

10. The vast East China Sea is full of waves, and the big moonlight reunites in the sky. ——Huang Zunxian "Watching the Moon in a Boat on the Pacific Ocean and Composing a Song on the Night of August 15th"

11. Thirty thousand miles of river east enters the sea, and five thousand mountains reach the sky. ——Lu You "Feelings of Coming Out of the Fence Gate to Welcome the Coolness on an Autumn Night"

12. The mountains and rivers around the city rise in spring, and the river waves enter the sea and become tidal at night. ——Chen Zilan's "Enbo Bridge Poems"

The basic meaning of sea:

1. Close to the mainland, waters smaller than the ocean: ocean, sea area, altitude, sea territory, within the sea, coast, Everyother's oath of love spreads from all over the world.

2. Used for lake names: Qinghai, Zhongnanhai.

3. Large-capacity vessels, huge ones: Haiwan, Haihan (a respectful speech, saying that the other person is generous and tolerant), boasting about Haikou.

4. Metaphor for a large number of people and things like the sea: mountains of people, sea of ??fire

5. aimless: sea scolding, sea looking for

6 . In ancient times, it refers to people from abroad: Haitang

7. Specifically refers to Shanghai, China: Haipai

8. Surname: Hai surname

9. Place name: Shanghai 2 .Poems about the sea

1 The white sun is over the mountains, and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

2 The tide is flat, the banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging.

Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.

3. Facing the Jieshi in the east, you can see the vast sea. The water is sluggish, and the mountains and islands are standing there. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.

4 This is a silver sea, so quiet without a trace of ripples, like thick blue cloth that has just been ironed. ——Deng Gang's "The Passage of the Dragon Soldier"

The sea is quiet, as dark and thick as grease.

——(Soviet) Gorky's "Chelkash"

5 There is no wind on the water, and the ocean sleeps like a suckling baby... ——(British) Byron "Don Juan"

The sea is calm and calm, like a blue gem. ——

(Venezuela) Ro Gallegos "Epiphany".

6 "To the Sea"

Your blue waves roll and rise,

Your proud beauty shines spectacularly.

Like a friend’s melancholy whispers,

Like his greeting at the moment of separation,

For the last time, I listen to you

Noisy calls, your gloomy utterances. 3. Poems and famous sayings about the sea

1. The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide. ——Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flowers and Moonlight Night"

2. Under the moon, the flying mirror, the clouds and the sea tower. ——Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"

3. There will be times when the wind and waves break, and the cloud sails will be hung directly to help the sea. ——Li Bai's "Traveling is Difficult"

4. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. ——Wang Wan "Under the Cibeigu Mountain"

5. Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud. ——Yuan Zhen's "Thinking of Lisi"

6. Suddenly I heard that there is a fairy mountain on the sea, and the mountain is in the void - Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Sorrow"

7. The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world* **At this time - Zhang Jiuling "Looking at the Moon and Huaiyuan/Looking at the Moon and Nostalgia for the Past"

8. When hundreds of rivers reach the sea from the east to the sea, when will they return to the west - "Long Song Xing" by Han Dynasty Yuefu

9. The mountains are never too high, and the sea is never too deep - Cao Cao's "Dan Ge Xing" in the Wei and Jin Dynasties

10. When the Han descended from Bai Climb the road, Hu peeked into the Qinghai Bay - "Moon over the Mountain" by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty

11. To the sea, the land is lovely, and to the coast, the sea is lovely. ——Lacombe

12. The ancient sea is a gray and melancholy wilderness. ——Bryant

13. No matter how wide the sea is, it must reach the land. ——Goldsmith

14. The sea can wash away human dirt.

——Euripides

15. The sea connects the areas separated by them. ——Pu Songling 4. Poems about the sea

Era: Wei and Jin Author: Cao Cao Works: Viewing the Sea To the east is Jieshi to view the sea.

The water is so dull that the mountains and islands are standing tall. There are many trees and lush grass.

The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising. The movement of the sun and the moon can only appear within it; the brilliant stars can only appear within it.

Fortunately, I sing to express my ambition. Author: Shu Ting Works: To the Sea (Sunrise of the Sea) The sunrise of the sea caused many heroes to express their heartfelt admiration. The sunset of the sea provoked the tender thoughts of many poets. How many songs were sung on the cliff and how many lines were murmured by the sea breeze day and night. How many times have the footprints left on the beach been raised to the horizon, and the sails have been buried secretly by the waves. There have been curses, sorrows, praises, and glory. The sea - the changing life - where is the turbulent ocean? It's a hole dug in childhood. Where is the trace of first love side by side? Even if your waves can wash away the memory, there are still some shells scattered on the hillside like stars on a summer night. Maybe the whirlpool blinks with dangerous eyes, maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth. Oh, life, although you have ruined countless pure dreams, there are still some brave people like petrels flying in the storm. The coast in the evening is as calm as the night. The rocks in the cold night are as grim as death. The rocks in the coast are so lonely. My shadow emerges from the dusk. Towards the end of the night, I am so proud of the "element of freedom" in my heart. Let you pretend to be roaring. Let you be false calm. Let you take away everything in the past. Everything in the past - this world has the pain of sinking and the joy of awakening. Facing the sea , Spring is warm and flowers are blooming in Haizi. From tomorrow onwards, I will be a happy person. Feed horses, chop firewood, travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house, facing the sea. Spring is warm and flowers are blooming. From tomorrow on, I will communicate with every relative. Tell them my happiness, what the happy lightning told me, I will tell everyone, give every river and every mountain a warm name, stranger, I also bless you, may you have a brilliant future, may you have a lover forever. Married, I wish you happiness in this world. I just want to face the sea, with spring flowers blooming. Foreign poem: To the sea, Pushkin. Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea! This is the last time you are in front of my eyes, rolling blue waves, and shining with your beautiful face.

Like a friend's melancholy complaint, Like his call at parting, I am listening for the last time to your mournful sound, to the sound of your summons. You are where my heart’s desire lies! I often wander along your shore, quietly and blankly, troubled and heartbroken because of that secret wish! How I loved your echoes, Your sombre tones, the sound of your abyss, And the silence of the evening hours, And the capricious passions! The humble sail of fishermen, protected by your capriciousness, glides bravely among the breakers: But let a playful mood seize you, indomitable one, and destroy in flocks of ships.

I once wanted to leave your lonely and motionless shore forever, to congratulate you with joy and let my poems run far away along your waves, but I could not. Get your wish! You waited, you called... but I was in fetters; My soul struggled in vain: I was seduced by a strong passion, which kept me at your shore... What is there to pity? ? Where now is the carefree path I want to take? There is something in your desert that has shocked my soul. It was a crag, a glorious tomb... There, lost in cold sleep, were majestic memories; there Napoleon died.

There, he slept in misery. And after him, like the noise of the storm, another genius flies away from us, another monarch of our thoughts.

The singer who wept for the God of Liberty disappeared, leaving his laurels in the world. Let the evil weather be noisy, be agitated: Oh, the sea, it was he who once sang you.

Your image is reflected in him, He is shaped and grown by your spirit: Like you, he is majestic, deep and profound, Like you, nothing can bring him to surrender. The world is empty, ocean, where do you want to take me now? People's fate is the same everywhere: wherever there is happiness, someone has already been guarding it: perhaps an enlightened sage, perhaps a tyrannical king.

Oh, goodbye, sea! I will never forget your majestic face, and I will long, long listen to your roar at dusk.

My whole soul is filled with you, and I want to carry your cliffs, your bays, your flashes, your shadows, and your whispering waves into the forest and into the silent desert country. 5. Poems about the sea

Climbing the Stork Tower - Wang Zhihuan The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea.

If you want to see a thousand miles away, take it to the next level. Looking at the moon and remembering the past - Zhang Jiuling The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night. When the candle is extinguished, the compassionate light is full, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can't bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night's sleep. On an autumn night, I feel the coolness as I step out of the fence at dawn - Lu You. Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky.

The remaining people shed tears in the dust and look south to see Wang Shi for another year. Secondly, at the foot of Beigu Mountain - Wangwan. Passengers pass outside the green mountains and go boating in front of the green water.

The tide is flat and the two sides are lost, the wind is rising and the sail is hanging. Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year.

Where can I find the hometown book? It is near Yanluoyang. , "Song of White Snow Sends Magistrate Wu Back to the Capital" by Tang Cen Shen. The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and it snows in August.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. Scattered into the pearl curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes. Dusk snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and cannot be turned over by the frost.

I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.

, "Snow on the River" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty Birds in thousands of mountains have disappeared, and all traces of people have disappeared. A man with a coir raincoat in a lone boat, fishing alone in the snow in the cold river.

, "Travel to the North Wind" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The candle dragon lives in a poor house, and its brilliance is as bright as day. Why can't the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind roars up from the sky.

The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace. In December, when I miss my wife in Youzhou, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her.

Leaning against the door and looking at passers-by, it is sad to read that the Great Wall is bitter and cold. When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him. I left behind this golden sword with tiger inscriptions.

There is an arrow with white feathers in it, and a spider spins a web and creates dust. The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle and never come back.

I couldn’t bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes. The Yellow River can be blocked by holding soil, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it.

, "Working in the Wind and Snow" Tang Bai Juyi At dusk, the wind shakes the earth, and the night is cold and snowy. Where can I stay, in front of a warm tent and a warm stove?

Two layers of brown silk quilt, one collar of flower velvet felt. When the porridge is cooked, I can’t help but sleep peacefully.

At this time, the mind and body are free from distractions. I spent the past six years living in peace and quiet in the wind and snow.

I suddenly think of tourists from far away, and then think of scholars from the early court. Walking at night is freezing cold, and the coldness has not yet arisen.

The heart is the king and father of the body, and the body is the minister of the heart. The lack of physical freedom is all caused by the mind.

Since my heart is content, my body is at peace. The shape of the words is small, I should live up to you.

Who said that the heart of an inch of grass can repay three rays of spring ------Tang Meng Jiao> There should be no hatred. When will we grow up and become full again? ------Su Shi of the Song Dynasty> I gradually feel that the local accent is different when meeting people, but I hate that the orioles sound like the hometown -----Sikong Tu of the Tang Dynasty> The dew is white tonight, the moon is bright in my hometown------ Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty> Last year I saw you farewell in the flowers, today the flowers have been blooming for a year------Wei Yingwu of the Tang Dynasty> Era: Wei and Jin Author: Cao Cao Title: Viewing the Sea Contents: To the east is the Jieshi to view the sea. Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall.

There are many trees and lush grass. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.

The movement of the sun and the moon can be seen in it; Fortunately, even singing praises one's aspirations.

Era: Southern and Northern Dynasties Author: Wu Jun Title: Gift to Du Rongcheng Content: When a swallow rises from the sea, a swallow rests high in the hall. Once we met, we were still old acquaintances.

Ask me how late I am, how straight the mountains and rivers are. He replied that the sea road is long and the wind is powerless.

In the past, I was sewing my clothes, and the spring breeze was blowing into my curtains. It's late in the summer, and the mulberry trees are flying thin.

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Bai Juyi Title: River Tower Recruiting Guests at Dusk Contents: The sea and sky look east to the dusk, and the mountains and rivers are wide and long. There are lights on all sides of Wanjia City, and in the center of the Milky Way.

The wind blows on the ancient trees, sunny days rain, the moon shines on the flat sand, and the summer nights are frosty. Can you cool off in the Jiang Tower? It's cooler than the Jun's thatched cottage.

Climbing the Stork Tower - Wang Zhihuan The sun sets over the mountains and the Yellow River flows into the sea. If you want to see a thousand miles away, go to the next level.

Looking at the moon and remembering the past - Zhang Jiuling The bright moon rises on the sea, the end of the world is at this time. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew. I can't bear to give it away, but I still have a good night's sleep.

On an autumn night, I feel the dawn as I step out of the fence to welcome the coolness - Lu You. Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky. The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to the king's division for another year.

At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain—Wangwan, the guest road is outside the green mountains and the boat is in front of the green water. The tide is flat and the two sides are lost, but the wind is rising and the sail is hanging.

Hai Ri is born and the night is over, and Jiang Chun is entering the old year. Where can I find the hometown book? It's near Yanluoyang.

Chang Ge Xing - Han Dynasty Yuefu In the green garden, the sunflowers are waiting for the morning dew. In the spring of Budeze, all things will be radiant.

I am often afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of Kunhuanghua will decline. Hundreds of rivers flow from the east to the sea, when will they return to the west?

If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable. 6. Listen to the modern poetry of the sea

Original text of "To the Sea"

Goodbye, free and unrestrained sea!

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

rolling blue waves,

and shining with your beautiful face.

Like a friend’s melancholy complaint,

Like his call at parting,

I am listening for the last time

The sound of your sorrow, the sound of your calling.

You are where my heart’s desire lies!

I often walk along your shore,

Wandering quietly and blankly alone,

Still distressed and heartbroken because of that secret wish !

How I love your echoes,

I love your sombre tones, the sound of your abyss,

And the silence of the dusk,

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And that capricious passion!

The docile sail of the fishermen,

Protected by your willfulness,

Sails bravely among the waves;

< p> But when you become turbulent and unable to control it,

a swarm of ships will perish.

I wanted to leave forever

Your lonely and motionless shore,

Congratulations to you with joy,

< p> And let my poems follow your waves to the distance,

But I failed to get what I wanted!

You wait, you call...and I am bound;

The struggle of my soul is in vain:

I am bound by a Charmed by strong passion,

Make me stay on your shore...

What is there to pity? Where now

is the carefree path I want to take?

There is something in your desert

It has shocked my soul.

It was a cliff, a glorious tomb...

There, immersed in cold sleep,

were some majestic memories ;

That's where Napoleon died.

There, he slept in misery.

And after him, like the noise of the storm,

Another genius flies away from us again,

He is our thought Another king.

The singer who wept for the God of Liberty disappeared,

He left his laurels in the world.

Let the evil weather be noisy and stir up:

Oh, the sea, it was he who once sang to you.

Your image is reflected in him,

He is shaped and grown by your spirit:

Like you, he is majestic, profound and profound ,

He is like you, nothing can make him surrender.

The world is empty, the ocean,

Where are you taking me now?

People's fate is the same everywhere:

Wherever there is happiness, there are people guarding it:

Maybe they are enlightened sages, maybe they are He is a tyrannical king.

Oh, goodbye, sea!

I will never forget your majestic face,

I will long, long

listen to your roar at dusk.

My whole soul is filled with you,

I will take your rocks, your bays,

your sparkles, your shadows, and The waves of whispers are brought into the forest and into the silent desert country.

Appreciation of "To the Sea"

Pushkin's "To the Sea" is a political lyric that resists tyranny, opposes dictatorship, pursues light, and praises freedom. The poet uses the sea as his bosom friend, freedom as his purpose, and confiding as a form to describe his pursuit of freedom from multiple angles and aspects. The emotions are dignified, deep and varied, and the style is vigorous, unrestrained and exciting. Generally speaking, the poetic changes in "To the Sea" show the "three steps" of love for the sea, thoughts of the sea, and thoughts of the sea, which will be analyzed briefly below. 7. What are the poems about the sea?

Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River with Flowers and Moonlight Night" The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises with the tide.

The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river anywhere. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes.

The frost is flying in the sky unknowingly, and the white sand on the pavilion cannot be seen. The river and the sky are all colorless, and there is a lone moon in the bright sky.

Who by the river saw the moon for the first time? When did Jiang Yue shine on people? Life is endless from generation to generation, but the river and the moon are only similar year after year. I don’t know who the river moon is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.

The white clouds are slowly disappearing, and the green maple pond is full of sorrow. Whose family is cheating tonight? Where do I miss Mingyue Tower? The poor moon wanders upstairs, it should be shining away from the makeup mirror.

The jade door curtain cannot be rolled away, and it comes back after pounding the clothes anvil and brushing it. At this time, we look at each other but don't hear each other, I hope the moonlight will shine on you.

The wild geese fly long and fast, and the fish and dragon dive and leap into the water. Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but it was a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.

The spring water in the river is gone, and the moon has fallen in the river pool and is setting in the west again. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and the Jieshi Xiaoxiang has infinite roads.

I don’t know how many people will return by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. There is a bright moon on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time. Zhang Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty is floating in the sky and the sea is far away, and his death is in a light boat. Qian Qian of the Tang Dynasty does not see you. The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and rushes to the sea never to return. Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the clouds are bleak. Thousands of miles of condensation. Tang Cen Shen Jun is gone. The horse and river are walking along the snowy seaside, and the flat sand is vast and yellow into the sky. Tang Cen Shen. The sea is slowly disappearing from that distant seaside. Your originally blurry face has gradually become clear. You want to say something but don’t know where to start. I can only keep it in my heart, walking blankly on the beach, watching the tide come and go in vain. I want to remember every wave clearly. I want to say I love you, but it is blown away in the wind. I suddenly turn around and you are there. If the sea can bring back the love I once had, let me. I have been waiting all my life. If you no longer cherish the affectionate past, let it drift away in the wind. If the sea can take away my sorrow, just like every river takes away all the hurts and tears. Please take away all my love. The singer of the sea wakes up and leaps up from the abyss of the night, rolling and sobbing, moving inch by inch toward you with thousands of arms and legs. This maned lion wants to lie down at your feet and obey the impatience. The sweet and confused invitation traces its origin to a far, far deeper place. Each painful wave has the desire of life and death. Your voice rises one after another, your eyes rise. The moonlight flows across your voice and eyes like fireworks. There are doors and windows in your soul, and the sea has more territories than you. You have more lives than the sea. Tonight, you and the sea collaborated to create a song. I don’t know when passers-by have stopped. Rows of rocks line the shore to reach the sea. The sunrise on the sea has caused the heartfelt admiration of many heroes. The setting sun on the sea evokes the tender thoughts of many poets. How many songs sung on the cliffs are still whispered by the sea breeze day and night. How many lines of footprints are left on the beach. How many times the sails are raised to the sky, all of which are secretly buried by the waves. There have been curses, there have been sorrows, there have been praises, there have been glory, the sea has changed, life has changed, the turbulent ocean is where is the hole dug in childhood, where is the trace of first love side by side, the sea, even if your waves can wash away the memory, there are still some shells. Scattered on the hillside like stars on a summer night, maybe the whirlpool blinks with dangerous eyes, maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth, life, although you have ruined countless pure dreams, there are still some brave people like petrels flying in the storm, on the evening coast As calm and cold as the night, the rocks of the night are as grim as death. The rocks from the coast are so lonely. My shadow from dusk to night is so proud. My heart is the "element of freedom". No matter how you pretend to roar, no matter how false you are, no matter how calm you are. This world that has swept away everything in the past has the pain of sinking and the joy of awakening.

8. Write articles and poems about the sea

Meditations on the sea

My parents took me to the seaside during the holidays. Facing this magnificent and majestic sea, my soul suddenly I shuddered for a while. Standing on the beach, I suddenly felt that I had entered a new world. Here, I found a new world. The sea is so vast, so vast, and the coast is so heavy and gloomy. A gust of sea breeze blows, and I feel What you get is not only the breath of the sea, but also the breath of life. This is the palace of life, the paradise of life.

Standing in front of the sea, everything seems so small, when the waves roar like a lion When we are sweeping towards the shore like a sea, we will not feel the majesty of human beings and the joy of life, but the infinity of the universe, the mystery and majesty of the Creator.

When I saw the sea for the first time, I felt a sense of joy in my heart. The sea is full of admiration, and the lake in childhood memory seems so small. What can you feel in front of the sea? The value of life lies in this.

The eternal time is flowing regularly. , suddenly felt the fragility of life, and when faced with the waves formed by the gathering of primitive power, it made me feel infinite homesickness.

The sea is indeed spectacular, vast and rich in content. But I miss the lake in my hometown, because it is the place where I was born and raised, and my life begins there. I am willing to abandon sobriety, sensitivity, and thoroughness, and return to ignorance, chaos and blindness.

But one cannot go back to the past, to the early days of life.

Facing the sea, I only have idle thoughts about my childhood. I wonder what the sea is meditating on?

Poems

To the sea

The sunrise of the sea

Aroused the heartfelt admiration of many heroes

The sunrise of the sea The setting sun

provokes the tender thoughts of many poets

How many songs sung on the cliff

are still carried by the sea breeze day and night

Day and night Whispering

How many lines of footprints were left on the beach

How many times the sails were raised to the sky

They were all secreted by the waves

Buried in secret

There have been curses and sorrows

There have been praises and glory

The changing life of the sea

The turbulent ocean of life

Where is the hole dug in childhood

Where is the trace of first love side by side

Oh, the ocean

Even you The waves

can wash away memories

There are also some shells

scattered on the hillside

Like stars on a summer night

Maybe the whirlpool blinks with dangerous eyes

Maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth

Oh, life

Although you are ruined

Countless pure dreams

There are also some brave people

Like the flying petrels in the storm

In the evening The coast is as calm as night

The rocks on the cold night are as grim as death

From the rocks on the coast

How lonely my shadow is

From dusk to night

How proud of my heart

"The element of freedom"

Let you just pretend to roar

Let me You are a hypocritical calm

Let you take away everything in the past

Everything in the past

This world

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There is also the joy of awakening 9. Verses or modern poems about chanting the sea

Waves

The sea breeze is blowing beside you

In front of you What are passing by are petrels

and sails for long voyages

But, I want you to pay attention to more than just these!

Dear friend

Please close your eyes

——Take a deep breath

Listen! ——

Listen again!

It’s the sound of waves!

It’s the sound of waves hitting the rocks! ! !

The long-awaited wind and thunder finally arrived

The face of the sea showed the rough waves

One after another, they rushed towards the rocks

The sound of crashing

It is the cry of the soul

The breaking waves

It is the smile of the sea

It is unrestrained

That is indulgence

That is the call of passion

It is even more boiling blood

The quietness of the stream

It is timidity

The calmness of the lake

is dead silence

Therefore every drop of water

flows to the sea

Desire

< p> ——Integrate into the waves