When I passed the sea, I looked at the place where the sea met the sky. You see, the sky is so low, the water is so blue, and the blue sea ripples in my heart. My heart is beating slowly and leisurely, and there is a kind of unspeakable happiness. My heart is like a cloudless sky in Wan Li. It's wide and quiet here, and I gradually feel how good it is for people to live here.
The sea we often see is calm. Sparkling, misty, clear Wan Li, heavy scales. Occasionally a breeze blows, causing small waves. Rain or shine, she always shows her calmness. Her calmness fascinated me, so I approached her. Oh! It is her heart that keeps her from being moved by external factors and disturbed by chores. Anyway, accept it. Is that she has a quiet heart!
The vast sea is really charming. Tolerance is the soul, the spirit and the soul of the sea. It accepted many ups and downs in the world, cleaned up all the dust and dirt that wanted to erode her, and always faced the ever-changing sky with a flat mirror every day.
It's getting late, the sea surface begins to rise, the waves are getting bigger and bigger, and there is a "rumbling" sound in the distance, like a muffled thunder rolling. The closer the wave is, the stronger it seems. The waves finally came, and suddenly the earth cracked, and Yu Lang was involved bit by bit. Slowly, the tide receded and the sea was calm again.
6. This year, I finally had the opportunity to visit my dream, appreciate the changing beauty of the sea, sometimes quiet, sometimes roaring, and feel its vastness and vastness. Standing on the beach, the sea is like my mother's hand, touching me gently, making me feel deep maternal love, so my love for the sea arises spontaneously.
7. I ran barefoot to the sea, and the waves beat my feet. The sea splashed on my face and collapsed into my mouth. It was salty. I took a swimming ring and threw it into the embrace of the sea. With the ups and downs of the waves, I am both excited and comfortable. The embrace of the sea is so broad, which reminds me: there are all rivers in the sea, and it is great.
8. I sat on the golden beach and enjoyed the blue sea. Under the sunshine, the sea is sparkling and beautiful. Seagulls fly freely in the blue sky; In the sea, the ship moves slowly on the water, making a whistle of "a cry"; People swimming in the sea play with each other, which is really like bathing in happy seawater.
9. When the sea is calm, the small fish, shrimps and shells in the sea lead a leisurely life and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sea. Seagulls hover over the sea for a while, and then land on the mast of the ship; The wind is very strong, and the waves on the sea beat against the coast, beating out many shells, and the sea made a landslide sound.
10, the sea is so clear, as clear as a mirror; The sea is so blue, as blue as a big round sapphire; The sea is so fierce, just like a ribbon fluttering on the water. ...
1 1, it's already dawn, but the sun hasn't come out yet. I stood on the golden beach, facing the cool sea breeze. At this time, the sea is magnificent, rolling waves rush to the coast like Ma Benteng, and the roar of the sea echoes in my ears, just like the cry of a warrior on the battlefield. I don't know when the sun has risen, and the golden sunshine shines on the sea, sparkling and blending with distant islands and fishing boats to form a beautiful oil painting.
12. Under the sunlight, the sea is sparkling and beautiful. Seagulls fly freely in the blue sky; In the sea, the ship moves slowly on the water, making a whistle of "a cry"; People swimming in the sea play with each other, which is really like bathing in happy seawater.
13, the sea is very quiet in the morning, the sea breeze is very gentle, even the sound of the waves is surprisingly light, as if afraid of waking up the sleeping people. The sea is shrouded in fog and the sky is shrouded in fog. I can only see a piece of gray in the distance, and I can't tell where is water and where is the sky. The darkness before dawn gradually receded, and there was a light between the sea and the sky, like a lighted torch, burning deep blue sea water and gray clouds. Gradually, the whole eastern sky was burned red. It's dawn, the sun rises from Ran Ran, the bedroom of the sea, and the sea and sky suddenly brighten up.
14, I found on the ferry that the sea brought me more surprises than that. The sea seems upside down. Fish and shrimp in the sea are like seagulls and geese in the sky. And the billowing waves on the sea are like white clouds in the sky; The ferry at sea is like an airplane in the sky; And the whole blue sea is like an endless sky.
15, the sea in the evening is resplendent, mysterious and beautiful. When the sun goes down, the sky is still burning with an orange sunset glow. The sea was also dyed golden by this light. The glow reflected on the peak is like a burning flame, flashing and rolling, and the wave is higher than the wave. Listening to the gentle "brushing" sound of the sea, blowing the fresh and cool sea breeze, makes people feel relaxed and happy!
2. What is the sea like in poems about the sea? It is my wandering dream in this life, and it is also the pain of my life.
When I miss the sea, everything becomes transparent and calm. Shells always dream that they are picking up shells by the sea.
The sunset lingers on the sea; There are waterfowl playing around. The waves gently tide, chasing my footprints again and again.
The kiss of the shell fell asleep round and round, and the sound of the tide wet my eyes. On the edge of dreams, people who long for the breath of the sea hum one song after another.
In the days away from the sea, your color is a symbol, and your hardness is enough to make precious men kneel. You stand alone on the rocks in the sea.
Reef. For the sea, you have no regrets, even if there are countless whips; You are infatuated, even if the knife cuts everywhere.
But in the end, I dare not expect the care of the sea. The reef is only one meter away from the sea. You are helpless except crying deeply.
Your sad memories, thousands of tears, converge into an unchanging island. Your gaze conflicts with your desire.
The seawater in the chest, layers of water drops, a little resentment. In the ancient legendary sailboat, fish were caught in the net in all directions.
But destined not to play all the sadness. Ainai's muffled voice beats the dream of the sea again and again, making the sea lose again and again, looking back and sighing again and again.
The ship stood on the wave, the roaring sail had already been pulled down, and the rudder was sticking to its direction. What kind of heart hangs in the air and messy hair looks at everything around.
Years, sailing boats have no shore. Some ups and downs, waving wildly.
A timid soul can't resist. Seagulls cheered for the sea, skimming the scars more than once.
Peck out ripples and swirl in the air. The cry from the heart gave the sea a solid chest.
Dare not stop easily, all the storms have not been studied so far, and the heartache still blooms. Every hungry cry will awaken the desire to sleep.
The wind spread its wings. The baptism of the storm, the surging of the angry sea, and the vicissitudes of life.
Loneliness spreads endlessly, and poetry floats in the vast sea. The seaside is close to the beach, sitting alone at dusk.
Sunset clouds filled the sky. Give up the reason and let my heart refuse to miss in the humid air. I can't help crying.
On the other side of the sea, a weak, heavy, turbid voice hit me, disappeared my way and bored my way. Let distant and strange feelings be buried in the whirlpool and involved in the bottom of the sea.
Hold a beach of sand and worship. At first glance, piety and despair coexist.
The gesture of sand leaking through the fingers is like a deep past that escaped from the years. Falling into your footprints, the night is inevitable and the pain is inevitable.
The moon is on an island surrounded by the sea, and I stand alone. Moonlight fell on my fallen body, sad eyes and pale lips.
The moonlight drops slowly, and the pure voice interprets the blue mood. Away from anger and noise, only the sea gives me tolerance and washes away all my fatigue.
Love is hidden in the drifting bottle. Who deliberately exiled the will? I'm still restless when I'm empty. I haven't been able to open that dusty hope for thousands of years from beginning to end.
I'm afraid those pink tears will die melancholy in the moonlight. In the face of deep affection, we can only pray for the long-lost truth.
In fact, I have no intention of worrying about it, as evidenced by the burning of the old moon. In znets.
Facing the sea and touching the moonlight, whose oath is as warm as ever and as fresh as new? About the sea, the wind here blows my whole soul nowhere to hide, breaks it into bright waves and floats into my mouth in the neon phantom with bitter and salty taste. The pity of the sun is fleeting, the thin shoulders of the hot son on the sea, and the gentle hands of the mother caress the children who have traveled thousands of miles and whisper to sleep. The injured heartfish died at noon before sunrise, and the foam on the lonely beach kissed her naked body and ears. The only survivor of the summer disaster walked across the long beach under the long moon. Pirates slaughtered the bones of shells on the beach after robbery. Dark blue blood flooded the whole sea. A surviving bottle floated away, taking away the nine-character love letter of the last ferryman. A flute sounded ~ ~ ~ awakened the vast blue dream. The huge water body is cold in the sunlight. Wan Li is cloudless at this time. "Have you ever seen the sea"-Han Dong. You have seen the sea, you imagined the sea, and then you saw it. That's it. You have seen and imagined the sea, but you are not a sailor. That's it. You imagined the sea. Maybe you still like the sea. That's it. You have seen the sea and imagined it. You don't want the sea to drown. That's it. Everyone is like this. "Facing the sea, bloom is warm in spring"-Haizi will be a happy person from tomorrow, feed horses, chop firewood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea, which is in full bloom in spring. Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness told me that I would tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I wish you a bright future. I wish you all the best. I also wish you happiness in the world. Gorky Haiyan, Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea.
3. Poems describing the sea are poetic and picturesque (it is best to talk about what describes the sea) 1, throwing stones in the air, hitting the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Source: Song Dynasty Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.
The steep stone wall went straight into the sky, like thunder crashing on the river bank, and the waves aroused seemed to roll up thousands of accumulated snow. The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time.
Poetry: Words mainly describe the natural scenery of Loki in Chibi, with broad artistic conception and deep feelings. From the pen, Lingyun Jianju and Baoju are powerful.
The following five sentences are about the spectacular sight of the surging river. Among them, verbs such as "wear", "pat" and "roll" are used incisively and vividly. "Picturesque" is a general sentence about scenery. "How many heroes are there at a time" changed from scenery to personnel.
2. Tianmen cut off the Chu River and Higashi Shimizu River. The green hills on both sides are neck and neck, and a boat meets leisurely from the horizon.
Source: Wang Tianmen Mountain by Li Bai in Tang Dynasty
The Yangtze River split the male peak of Tianmen like a giant axe, where the green water flowed eastward and surged. The beautiful scenery of the green hills on both sides of the strait is inseparable, and a solitary boat comes from the horizon.
Poetic: This poem describes clear water and green mountains, white sails and red sun, which are reflected in a colorful picture. But this picture is not static, but flowing. As the poet sails and sails, the mountains break the river, the east water flows backwards, the green hills meet, and the daytime sails alone, and the scenery unfolds from far and near to far.
Sail from Jingmen Ferry, and soon you will be with southerners. At the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, the river winds through the wilderness. The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. The water brings you the feeling of home and makes your boat travel 300 miles.
Source: Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry by Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty.
I crossed the river by boat to Jingmen, far away, and visited the territory of Chu State during the Warring States Period. With the emergence of low-level vilen land, mountains gradually disappear, and rivers flow in the endless vilen. The moon on the river flies from the sky like a mirror, and the clouds form a mirage outside the city. I still cherish the water from my hometown and the boat that came to see me off in the east not far away.
Poetic: this poem is connected from beginning to end, seamless, lofty in artistic conception and vigorous in style. "The mountain is flat and primitive, and the river winds in the wilderness" is vividly written, just like the long-axis landscape map of the Yangtze River crossing Jingmen, and it has become a famous sentence.
If the excellent landscape painting "Wan Li should talk about it", then the five laws of this magnificent image can also be said to be able to see the big from the small, treat one as ten, with rich capacity, covering tens of thousands of miles of landscape scenery in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River, with highly concentrated artistic generalization.
The Yangtze River is green in spring, and the lotus leaves are as big as money. River oranges, grown by myself. This is not a long Mulan boat.
Source: Zhang Ji's Spring Biequ in Tang Dynasty
The spring water in the Yangtze River is as green as dye, and the lotus leaf in breaking the surface is only the size of copper coins. Citrus, planted at the head of that river, can't tie the ship that wants to travel far.
Poetic: The Yangtze River is green in spring and strong enough to be used as a dye. Lotus leaves have just grown out of the water, and each piece is as big as a copper coin. Poetry about late spring scenery can be quoted to express the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, or just used to express the late spring season. Using "comparable dyeing" to express strong colors can be used for reference.
5. Nanjing Xipu Road, Huangmei ripe in April. Zhan Zhan arrived at the Yangtze River, and the drizzle came. Hair is sparse and easy to wet, and clouds are dense and difficult to open. Unexpectedly, Longxi, vortex shore home.
Source: Plum Rain by Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
There is a xipu town in Chengdu, which is a very prosperous and powerful town. I passed by here in April and saw the beautiful scenery here. Trees are full of yellow plums, and the deep and clear river flows to the Yangtze River.
It began to rain in Mao Mao, wet the thatched roof, covered the mountains with clouds and watered the fields with spring water. There seems to be dragons playing in the river all day, forming a whirlpool to reach the shore and back.
Poetic: This poem describes the scene of April in the middle of Sichuan, which is magnificent and beautiful, both macro and micro. It is drizzling, the fog is hard to open, and the spring water is full of wild and vast. "Nanjing" in the poem refers to Chengdu now, and "xipu Road" refers to xipu County in the Tang Dynasty. Now xipu town in Pixian County, Sichuan Province is the administration of Xipu County.
4. What is the charm of the sea in a foreign land, the afterglow of the sunset? The sea ebbed and kissed the gentle beach lovingly. The beach opened her eternal heart to look forward to it.
I saw his forehead, smooth and stubborn, and looked back and sighed.
He thought quietly, quietly.
The trend of the years. Dim street lights, foggy sea. The waves are rolling and calling softly. It's called middle road, which is a little sad. Looking back, I saw his eyes, blinking and whispering something.
He was silent.
Life used to be very helpless.
The ink spilled all over the floor and immediately caused the sky. In the evening, I was angry and ashamed to answer. I saw him dressed in black, vigorous and free and easy. He picked up something and lifted it heavily.
Fate was predestined.
The air in late autumn and the clear sea are silent. The sea is tired, and I am tired of tidying my pajamas. .. I saw his background, deeply concerned about it, walked alone, remembered what, and forgot what.
He smiled as soon as possible.
. Smiling.
Go to the sea and the sky.
There are many in Gorky's Haiyan! ! .
5. What are the following poems about the sea?
1, the mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan's "Dengque Building"
2. When will the Hundred Rivers enter the sea in the east and return to the west? -"Long Songs"
3. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. -Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream"
Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea. -Li Bai, "It's hard to go"
5, even the sea level spring tide, the sea bright moon tide. -Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River"
6. Jieshi looks at the sea from the east. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. -Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea
7. There, the sea floats in the sky, and you disappear from the world on your fragile boat. -Qian Qi's "Send Monks to Japan"
8, bow without Qilu, looking at the sea like a cup east. -Mount Tai in Li Mengyang
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor. -"Farewell to Du Shu"
10, ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
1 1, the sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon at this time is * * *. -Zhang Jiuling's Looking Back at the Bright Moon
12, the sea is calm and calm. -Bai Juyi's Painting Screen on the Sea
13, the sand sea deepens with unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds and bleak Wan Li condensate. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
14. Do you know how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"
15, look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven. -Cen Can's Song of Running the Horse River bid farewell to Feng, the general of the Western Expedition.
16, look at the sea with a thin mouth. -Han Yu's Jingwei Reclamation
17, the building is in Guanhaitian, and the door is facing Zhechao. -Song Wenzhi Lingyin Temple
18, the vast East China Sea is choppy and full of moonlight. -Huang Zunxian's "On the night of August 15, the Pacific Ocean is under the moon"
19, three Wan Li rivers flow into the sea, and five thousand mountains climb skyscrapers. -Lu You's "Autumn Night Fence Gate Dawn"
20. In spring, mountains and rivers surround the city, and at night, Jiang Tao flows into the sea. -Chen's Bridge Poems
2 1, the boat passed, and Jiang Hai sent the rest of his life. -Su Shi's Linjiang Fairy
22. The moon rises like a mirror and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"
23, once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. -Yuan Zhen's Lisi
24. What are the people who cook the sea doing? Women don't weave silkworms or plow fields. Food and clothing sources are too scarce, and cooking in prison pots will be levied. -Liu Yong's Boiling Haiqu
25, with the mountain overlooking the ancient border state, shadow wind turned to see the garrison building. Peach blossom after the horse, snow before the horse, can't go back after customs? -Xu Lan's "Going through the Customs"
6. 1 This sentence describing the momentum of the sea seems to broaden our thinking. In this state, people feel refreshed and relaxed. The sea is at high tide, and the waves in the sea are coming to the shore one after another. Some of them rise like rolling hills; Some hit the rocks by the sea, splashing waves several meters high and making a "wow".
Wow.
"Beautiful voice! Standing on the beach on the shore, looking into the distance, you can only see a vast expanse of whiteness. The sea and the sky blend together, and it is impossible to tell whether it is water or sky. As the saying goes, the fog locks the mountains, and the sky is connected with water. The sea water in the distance, under the delicate sunshine, spreads on the water like scales, and jumps to the shore like naughty children.