Shell is a poem written by O.E. Mandels-Tam (189 1- 1938). He is an important representative of Ahmedaka School in Russia and is considered as one of the greatest Russian poets in the 20th century. His published poems include Rock, Melancholy, Poems, Notes on Moscow, Notes on Voronezh, etc.
Maybe you don't need me,
One night, from the abyss of the universe,
A shell without pearls,
I was thrown to your shore.
You rub foam carelessly, use spray,
You only care about yourself and sing stubbornly.
But you will love and you will judge.
This useless shell tells you lies.
You will catch it and lie on your back on the beach.
You're still wrapped in your old skirt,
You will be connected with it, and it is hard to separate, and there are loud bells playing with water waves.
So, a shell with a brittle outer wall,
It's like an empty cabin,
Full of you, with mumbling bubbles,
With the breeze, with the drizzle, with the sea fog ...
shell
Take on life and soul
Generation after generation
crawl
The black world gave it to me
Black depression
because
Sunlight cannot penetrate the vast sea.
sun
My secret lover.
Do you know my secret love?
The boiling sea torments my thoughts.
The world is in chaos.
Heaven/God knows
How I want to walk upright.
Two: pale shell,
Crying is driven away by the sea breeze,
Flooded collapse,
Wandering for thousands of years,
On the seashore and beach on the east coast,
In the desolate desert and Shan Lan,
On the west coast and burning beaches,
Lonely and sad.
You were cut into petals,
Wearing a long line of Elaine,
Hanging on the window lattice,
Convey the feelings of lovers,
Don't put it in the girl's bun,
Save a lifetime of thoughts,
Charming and sad,
Tears cut the curtain.
The sound of jade in the spring breeze at night,
How many degrees of red border have you imagined?
I wonder if it's the feeling of the wind?
Or are you dreaming?
On the erratic petals,
Hanging a life expectation,
The sweet whisper of harmony and collision,
Bloody love.
Staring at hard skin,
The arc of historical change,
Memories of the past are shallow,
It peels off layer by layer,
Fell into mud and lakes,
Reproduce the new life of pearls,
Reincarnation and persistent talk about romance,
Wandering with dreams.
Crush you into a deformity,
Like savage sharp teeth,
One fable after another,
Selling desire in dance,
Moonlight and stars are like bonfires,
Lure you into talking,
In the night sky where meteors and thunder cross,
You are drunk again.
2. Poems describing shells, shells
Take on life and soul
Generation after generation
crawl
The black world gave it to me
Black depression
because
Sunlight cannot penetrate the vast sea.
sun
My secret lover.
Do you know my secret love?
The boiling sea torments my thoughts.
The world is in chaos.
Heaven/God knows
How I want to walk upright.
Blue shell
Pick up the blue shells in my mind.
I heard a love song sing like this.
You are mine and I am yours.
Who remembers now?
Sometimes a person is like a shell.
Try to find a new lover to forget the old one.
Laughter is fake, and strength is fake.
It is a fact that weaknesses are hidden.
The memory of half pregnancy is enough to make people intoxicated.
I dialed a number that no longer answered.
Are you okay? Dare you love?
At first, our naive idea of love.
Like a flower blown by the wind
A little regret can hurt people.
Who is more stupid now or in the past?
Do you miss me? Dare to dream.
Time has smoothed away what you and I didn't say.
Grind your eyes into sand.
I thought my favorite was the next shell.
So you have been living in my heart.
Love has gone far, and pain has endured for a long time.
Leave a pearly luster
3. Poetry about Shells Shells
Take on life and soul
Generation after generation
crawl
The black world gave it to me
Black depression
because
Sunlight cannot penetrate the vast sea.
sun
My secret lover.
Do you know my secret love?
The boiling sea torments my thoughts.
The world is in chaos.
Heaven/God knows
How I want to walk upright.
Blue shell
Pick up the blue shells in my mind.
I heard a love song sing like this.
You are mine and I am yours.
Who remembers now?
Sometimes a person is like a shell.
Try to find a new lover to forget the old one.
Laughter is fake, and strength is fake.
It is a fact that weaknesses are hidden.
The memory of half pregnancy is enough to make people intoxicated.
I dialed a number that no longer answered.
Are you okay? Dare you love?
At first, our naive idea of love.
Like a flower blown by the wind
A little regret can hurt people.
Who is more stupid now or in the past?
Do you miss me? Dare to dream.
Time has smoothed away what you and I didn't say.
Grind your eyes into sand.
I thought my favorite was the next shell.
So you have been living in my heart.
Love has gone far, and pain has endured for a long time.
Leave a pearly luster
Ouyang Xi
I found a small shell at the seaside. The shell is small, but it is strong, hard and delicate. There are deep or shallow bright spots in the center of the vortex pattern. If you look carefully, there is a huge pattern around every 1 point. No wonder ancient people used shells to make coins. It is actually a work of art lying in my hand, and I can't bear to give up the treasure I exchanged with others!
When I found this shell at the seaside, Xiaorou, who once lived in it, was dead. Under the scouring of sunshine, beaches and waves, the traces of life in shells have completely disappeared. However, for such a short and tiny life of 1, for such a fragile and humble life of 1, when I built an apartment for it, it was more exquisite, careful and elegant.
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You know that.
Where do the bright pearls come from?
It is an ordinary shell.
A mill made of blood and meat.
But often
People only see the beauty of pearls,
People praise beautiful pearls, but delete them.
Ignore its breeder.
Shells,
It used the essence of a lifetime,
Put an unremarkable stone
Carefully ground into a
Rare and bright pearls.
People.
When praising pearls,
Please don't forget the shells,
It is shells that breed pearls,
It is shells that make it.
A Ring of Endless Light of Pearl!
I love you
4. Poems praising shells 1: shells
Author: Qingtian Jian
You're just from the ocean music spectrum
A note.
I know
You danced for a long time.
When your edges and corners
Polished by seawater
You must touch the beach.
Vaguely
Tell one's story
Write a poem
Reluctantly handed it over to Beach Press.
Every word
It's amazing.
Chapter 2: Shells
shell
Author: temporary sail cap
Time is like the sea, it has no boundary.
It can give, create and perfect life.
Can also be deprived.
But time has proved.
Beauty is the product of time.
Under?the?sun
Dance your colorful light.
It is also the most wonderful work of the creator.
It's such a young new shell.
But shrouded in the shadow of ignorance.
It's covered with spots.
Covered with lines
Vague and unfamiliar
But it is so ordinary and forgetful.
But time has witnessed its growth.
It always remembers the time record.
it
It is such a shell that has been abandoned for many years.
The sea can give you everything.
In addition to wisdom
The sea can deprive you of everything.
Except for time.
Because wisdom and time construct the vicissitudes of life.
Chapter III: Shells
Author: Li
I tripped and broke my bone.
Who does the pain in my heart tell?
Old friends all came to visit after hearing the news.
And presents from the seaside.
Picked up little shells—
I remember the poet Li Ying once said
Compared with golden ears
Listen to the songs of the times
And the shell line is thin and dense.
It looks like a tape.
I'm recording my favorite song.
Ruchaochong Dongfanghong
Like waves lapping at the bright moonlight.
Like seagulls flying around the sail.
Like walking up and down the beach.
Children's happy feet
Ah, beautiful shells
Please put my troubles and feelings
Also recorded as a song.
When you are not at home.
Please be careful where you step.
How bumpy the journey of life is.
Chapter 4: Shells
Author: Yao Changan
Son of the sea-soaked in salt water,
The crystallization of wave erosion.
A weak body carries a hard shell,
The slender steps depict the shortness of life.
Annoying, throwing it into the sea,
What people like stays on earth.
The proud sea is fluctuating and calling,
Beautiful shops are fuller.
Friends regard you as a souvenir of friendship,
The lover hangs you proudly on his chest.
I've never walked by the sea,
Never had anything to do with the sea.
Counting treasures,
God's love echoed by the sea.
5. Urgently seek ~ ~ ~10 poems about pearls. That's enough for you.
[Double tone] A shower hits Xinlian (Yuan Haowen)
The green leaves are thick with clouds, and the pool pavilion is full of water pavilions, but it is much cooler. Durian blooms at sea, and the flowers are red. Ru Yan chicks talk, while sorghum sings cicadas. After the shower, [pearls] were scattered all over the floor and scattered on the new lotus.
Life is only a few hundred years, don't let it go. If you are poor, you can decide before. Why bother? Life friends invite guests to enjoy themselves, drink lightly and sing low. Drunk again, let him come and go in two rounds.
Mujiangyin (Bai Juyi)
A sunset gradually sank into the river, half green and half green.
On the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow.
Planting litchi (Bai Juyi)
The red star [Pearl] is sincere and lovely, and the white beard is too defensive and silly.
Ten years later, we knew who was there, and we planted lychees from the palace.
Song of Nishang Feather (Bao Rong)
Jade smoke gives birth to the afternoon light in the window, and the morning flowers are bright and fresh. People say that the sky and the sun were written by hand on the plane.
Sometimes there is nothing to regret. Therefore, Emperor Wu hates clouds, and the golden thread flutters.
Write what you see in your heart in five tones, and the stone is in the golden cypress hall. Who gave this dress in spring,
The waist of Qin women is as light as a swallow. Neck spins many colors and connects [pearls] to penetrate filaments.
At present, it means three diners and the stars are white. Couples can't see each other,
Go out of the palace and follow the actors. Immortals can only hope like the moon, and Hua Yao Pool is a little disappointed.
Qiao Shan's chorus surprised Dinghu in autumn.
Dolly (Gordon)
In the world, I occasionally swim with my arms in my arms. Why do you have to be polite and dry, and it becomes cynicism. And relax, treat his fate and praise our plan with your tongue. Li Guang does not wait, Wei Liu does not, and the Millennium public opinion is shameful. The tile that floated past was not intentional, but lazy to turn back. Really funny, straight discussion, round machine maintenance. Fortunately, there is no loss of Daoyuan, and there is no sinking of the strong heart. Good tenderness, trapped in the middle of the solar terms, don't be cold, don't be poor, don't be romantic. Wine drops [pearls], rice clouds, drunk and full. Go home, smile, die and have a good trip. Circulating things, a sheep will be there when it dies, and there is no worry about losing the horse.
Huaxindong (Jie Jiang)
Spring enters Nantang, pink plum blossoms, and smiles in the wind. The rainbow shines through the curtains, the planet is saving lanes and there are treasures everywhere. The shadow of the balcony outside Jinmen is uneven, and the West Lake is misty. Twilight is far away, and hibiscus is in full bloom. Who moved them? Neither fairy is old. Accompanied by Xi Jiabin, warm fragrance fills the air. The jade knocks on the ice, the silver tube is silent and frosty, and the bell is full. Drunk back to the deep courtyard, singing and dancing, carving, [beads] small. Phoenix willow, faint smoke as dawn.
Xie Ci Zhu Zhen (Jiang Fei)
Laurel leaves have no eyebrows and tears.
In Nagato, there is no need to use pearls to soothe loneliness.
Tail offender (Liu Yong)
At night, the rain outside the window drops on the empty steps, and the lonely hostel in the hostel suddenly wakes up, feeling sad and desolate inside.
This kind of leisure is hard to describe with pictures.
Autumn is getting older and the sound is bitter.
The night will stop and the snuff will fall.
I always have a good sleep alone in the most unprovoked places.
The beauty in the distance should blame me for not keeping my promise after parting.
Remember, she cut a lock of hair as a reunion after the reunion, which seems more difficult to cash.
Even deep in the secluded boudoir,
According to the new words, LiuXia * *?
Laugh with me again and pass on the jade [pearl].
Guanzi (Lu)
The wind is clear, the flowers are dry in Gan Lu, and the curtains are bright. The green curtain competes for wine, the small dock hides spring, and the branches and leaves are bright. Sheep are driving, laughing at tourists and staying away from the grass. There are even more red English flying, embroidered, and foggy. Youth day, good horse and jade belt with red boots all refer to soft dust laughing at the west. [Pearl] Play with it, throw it away, and search it with a colored pen, so you won't feel that Yingying is old in late spring. Who saw this time, the frost disappeared and things lingered in my arms. Complain about the troubles of a spring, and the swallow will be deceived in a week.
Fairy (Lu)
Downstairs, the pulley is exposed sideways. ChanJuan opened the mirror upstairs. I can't forget going downstairs. When I went upstairs, the wind was uncertain. The sail is not straight. Rustling [pearls] shake the handle. New worries on the eyebrows can't wake up. Don't put up with wine and songs. Plums will start again in the snow, and smoke will linger. Intestines inch by inch. Don't let the flute blow out.
Magnolia grandiflora/Yulouchun (Mojiang)
One branch goes through the dew. Come back and look for it several times under the moon. At present, I suddenly see several branches open, and I'm not waiting for my other half. The new makeup is not much better than Xu Fei's face. The snow is beautiful and the ice is cold. There are many people sweeping the spring outside, and it is easy to break promises in spring.
Qingpingle Le Tong Pavilion (Ma Xuan)
Red furnace painting pavilion. You must like drinking. It's always wrong to wake up alone through the ages. Don't laugh at Liu Ling and Bi Zhuo. A small trough of wine drops [pearls] please sell them at will. Try to drink three cups of spring dew, and someone must help you when you go out.
No Dream Order to Mr. Jing Zhaoquan (Ma Yu)
Wives, concubines, children and grandchildren are on holiday. Jade [pearls] is a festival. Three fakes are proud, and four fakes are color. Know the truth. Know the truth. Tell the story of five pseudonyms.
The title of the portrait of a famous person is Bai (Wu)
[Pearl] is priceless and flawless.
The fine print greedily asked my concubine's house.
See you when you find Bai Causeway,
The moonlight and snow reflect plum blossoms.
Yuquan Stone Carving in Heshui County (Anonymous)
The mountain is a flying spring, and it is surrounded by mountains. Hang cold jade and sprinkle with [pearls].
Cheng Bo is all-inclusive, and the mirror covers the sky. Sometimes, when you come to the moon, you can enjoy it by yourself.
Sycamore tree (anonymous)
In the middle of the night, a Yang moved. Jinding fried jade stove and cooked it. Refining is really lead and mercury. The craftsman carved Yu Lian by hand. Two sunlight shone on the top of Kun. Ten thousand pearls burst.
6. Poems about shells. Pale shell,
Crying is driven away by the sea breeze,
Flooded collapse,
Wandering for thousands of years,
On the seashore and beach on the east coast,
In the desolate desert and Shan Lan,
On the west coast and burning beaches,
Lonely and sad.
You were cut into petals,
Wearing a long line of Elaine,
Hanging on the window lattice,
Convey the feelings of lovers,
Don't put it in the girl's bun,
Save a lifetime of thoughts,
Charming and sad,
Tears cut the curtain.
The sound of jade in the spring breeze at night,
How many degrees of red border have you imagined?
I wonder if it's the feeling of the wind?
Or are you dreaming?
On the erratic petals,
Hanging a life expectation,
The sweet whisper of harmony and collision,
Bloody love.
Staring at hard skin,
The arc of historical change,
Memories of the past are shallow,
It peels off layer by layer,
Fell into mud and lakes,
Reproduce the new life of pearls,
Reincarnation and persistent talk about romance,
Wandering with dreams.
Crush you into a deformity,
Like savage sharp teeth,
One fable after another,
Selling desire in dance,
Moonlight and stars are like bonfires,
Lure you into talking,
In the night sky where meteors and thunder cross,
You are drunk again.
7. Poem 1 describes shells: Shell is a poem written by O.E. Mandels-Tam (189 1- 1938). He is an important representative of the Ahmet school in Russia and is regarded as one of the greatest Russian poets in the 20th century.
His published poems include Rock, Melancholy, Poems, Notes on Moscow, Notes on Voronezh, etc. Maybe it's not that you need me. One night, from the abyss of the universe, a shell without pearls, I was thrown to your shore.
You rub the foam indifferently, use the spray, you only care about your own stubborn singing, but you will love, and you will evaluate the lies told to you by this useless shell. You will cling to it, lie on your back on the beach, still wrapped in your original clothes, and you will be inseparable from it, and there will be loud bells playing with water waves.
Thus, a shell with a crisp outer wall is like a cabin with an empty heart, which contains you, mumbling rosary and drizzling breeze. With the fog of the sea ... the shell carries life, and the soul crawls from generation to generation. The black world gives me black depression, because sunlight can't penetrate the boundless sea and the sun. My secret love, you know? The boiling sea torments my ideological world. Who knows how I want to walk upright? 2. A pale shell was driven away by the sea breeze, crying, crushed by the sea water, drifting for thousands of years, in the sea and beach on the east coast, in the desolation. You are cut into petals and dressed as a long string of Elaine, hanging on the window lattice as promised, conveying the feelings of lovers. Don't put it on the girl's bun, save the thoughts of your life, tears will cut the curtain.
How many degrees of red border did Yuyin conceive in Night of Spring Breeze? I wonder if it's the feeling of the wind? Or are you dreaming? On the erratic petals, there are expectations for life, sweet and harmonious impacts, and bloody love. Staring at the hard skin, the arc of historical vicissitudes, the memories of the past are shallow, peeling off one layer at a time, falling on the sediment and the lake, gestating new life, talking about love affairs repeatedly and firmly, and drifting with the flow.
Crush you into a deformity, like a savage's fangs, each with its own fable, selling charm in the dance, moonlight and stars like bonfires, tempting you to babble, and you are intoxicated again in the night sky where meteors and thunder cross.