Poems describing the sea in the evening

Poems about the dusk of the sea 1. Poems or words about the sea, sunrise and sunset.

The desert is lonely, the long river is red at sunrise, and the riverside is as green as blue. To see the sun, for all his glory. In ... ... the sea where the night now gives way to the sun is buried by the coming night, with dark clouds. The old year melts into streams and sinks at the beginning of the day, and the rain is coming. Zhang's "Moonlit Night on the Spring River" is a spring tide and a bright moon on the sea.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. The bright moon is in the sky, the horizon is at this time, the sea is floating in the sky at Jiuling, and you disappear from the world on your fragile boat. Qi didn't see how the water of the Yellow River went out of heaven and entered the ocean, and it never came back. Tang Li Baisha Sea deepened with unfathomable ice and gloomy clouds. Tang Censhen didn't see the snowy seaside. And the sand, coming from the desert, slowly disappears in the distant seaside, and your vague face gradually becomes clear about what you want to say, but you don't know where to start. I put it in my heart and walked by the sea to watch the tide. I tried in vain to remember every spray, but I wanted to say love to you, but I was blown away by the wind and suddenly turned around. If the sea can call back my once love, let me wait for a lifetime. If you have feelings for the past, you will no longer miss it. Let it drift away with the wind. If the sea can take away my sadness, it is like taking away all the wounds and tears in every river. My love, please take away all the singers who take away the sea. Wake up from the abyss of the night, roll and sob, and get closer to the sea inch by inch. This maned lion wants to lie at your feet. Obey the unbearable sweet and confusing attraction and trace it back to further and deeper places. Every wave of pain has a desire for life and death. Your voice folds up and your eyes pass through the moonlight. Your voice and eyes open the doors and windows of your soul like fireworks. The sea has more territory than you. You are more energetic than the sea tonight. You collaborated with the sea to create a song. I don't know when passers-by took a picture that made the sea comfortable. How many heroes are sincerely admired by the sunrise at sea, how many poets are attracted by the sunset at sea, how many songs are sung on cliffs, how many footprints left by the sea breeze on the beach day and night, and how many times the sails raised are secretly buried and cursed by the waves. There have been lamentations, praises and glories. The changing life of the sea, the turbulent ocean, where is the cave excavated as a child, where is the trace of the 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, such as the stars on a summer night. Maybe the whirlpool blinks its dangerous eyes, or maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth. Although you have ruined countless innocent dreams in life, there are still some brave people who fly calmly like petrels in the storm and on the seaside night in the evening. The rocks with cold leaves are as cold as death. How lonely my shadow is from the coastal rocks, and how proud my heart is from dusk to midnight. Let you pretend to roar, let you pretend to be calm, and let you take away everything in the past. This world has both the pain of falling and the joy of waking up.

2. Poems describing night scenes at sea

Zhang's column "Moonlit Night on the Spring River": Appreciation of Tang Poetry Author: Love Poetry Network 2004-1127: 52:15 Browse: 83844 Related information: Spring tide, the bright moon was born at sea.

I drift with the tide for thousands of miles, and there is no moon by the river. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.

Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion. There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.

Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year. I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.

The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss. Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building? Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.

The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.

Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water. Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.

In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west. The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.

I don't know how many people return home every month, and the moon is full of rivers and trees. Moon Night on the Spring River, praised by Mr. Wen Yiduo as "the poem in the poem, the peak on the peak" (the redemption of palace poems), has fascinated countless readers for more than 1000 years.

Zhang Yisheng left only two poems, which were also "a lonely poem, but it was written for everyone". The title of this poem is very attractive.

Spring, river, flowers, moon and night, these five things embody the most touching beauty of life and constitute a fascinating and wonderful artistic realm. The poet began to compete with the topic, and the topic came to life at the beginning. On the riverside, he drew a magnificent picture of a moonlit night: the river was in the sea and the moon was in the tide.

The sea here is empty. The river tide is boundless, as if connected with the sea, with great momentum.

At this time, a bright moon was born with the tide, and the scene was very spectacular. A word "destiny" gives the bright moon and the tide a fresh life.

The moonlight shines thousands of miles away, where is it not on the bright moon river! In spring, the river winds around Yuan Ye, where flowers and plants are everywhere, and the moonlight falls on the flower trees like a layer of snow. The poet is really a unique skill of Dan Qing. With a slight stroke, he touched the strange "flowers" in the moonlight by the river.

At the same time, he skillfully paid the title of "Moonlight on a Spring River". The poet's observation of moonlight is extremely subtle: moonlight washes away colorful things in the world and turns the world into a dreamy Yin Hui color.

So "first frost doesn't fly" and "white sand can't be seen", only the bright moonlight. Delicate brushwork creates a mythical and wonderful realm, which makes the moonlit night by the river look extraordinarily beautiful and quiet.

These eight sentences, from big to small, from far to near, gradually condensed on a lonely moon. The clear universe of heaven and earth seems to make people enter a pure world, which naturally causes the poet's reverie and meditation: "Who sees the moon by the river?" When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year? "The poet leaps forward in thought, but closely connects with life and explores the philosophy of life and the mystery of the universe.

This kind of exploration has existed in ancient times, such as Cao Zhi's Looking at Ying Shi: "Heaven and earth have no end, life is like frost", and Ruan Ji's "Life is dusty, and Heaven has grace", etc., but the theme of the poem is mostly to feel that the universe is eternal and life is short. Zhang is unique here. His thought did not fall into the trap of predecessors, but turned out a new way of thinking: "There is endless life after life, and Jiang Yue is only similar every year."

Personal life is fleeting, but human existence is long-lasting, so the "endless" life and the "year after year is only similar" moon can be * * *. This is a comfort that the poet feels from the beautiful scenery of nature.

Although the poet is temporarily sad about life, it is not decadence and despair, but because of his pursuit and love for life. The keynote of the whole poem is "mourning without hurting", which enables us to hear the echo of the voice of the early Tang Dynasty.

"I don't know who Jiang Yue treats, but the Yangtze River sends water" is closely related to the "only similarity" in the previous sentence. Life goes on from generation to generation, so does Jiangyue every year.

A lonely moon lingers in the sky as if waiting for someone, but it will never come true. In the moonlight, only the river rapids are rushing away.

With the flow of the river, poetry is full of waves, pushing poetry to a more far-reaching realm. There is enmity between Jiang and Yue, and running water is ruthless. The poet naturally turned his brushwork from the natural scenery in the first half to the image of life, which led to the separation of men and women in the second half.

The four sentences of Baiyun are always written in the moonlight on the riverside, thinking about the feelings of his wife and wanderer. "Baiyun" and "Qingfeng Spectrum" are lyrical.

The floating white clouds symbolize that the whereabouts of the "boat" are unknown. "Qingfeng Pu" is a place name, but "Feng" and "Pu" are often used as other scenery and places in poetry.

The words "whose home" and "where" have different meanings. It is precisely because of more than one place that the poet put forward such a question, a kind of acacia, which led to the separation of the two places, one after another, poetic ripples, twists and turns. The following eight "poor" sentences bear the sentence of "where" and write about thinking about leaving people's memories.

But the poet doesn't directly think about a woman's sadness and tears, but uses the "moon" to set off her nostalgia, and the sadness and tears come out. The poem personifies the "moon" and the word "wandering" is extremely vivid: first, the clouds are swimming, so the light and shadow are uncertain; Second, the moonlight lingers upstairs, pitying the thinking woman.

It wanted to accompany Sifu and relieve her troubles, so it sprinkled soft light on the dresser, on the jade curtain and on the anvil. Unexpectedly, I miss my wife more than anything.

She tried to get rid of the annoying moonlight, but the moonlight "rolled away" and "brushed back" and sincerely attached to her. Here, the two spoony actions of "rolling" and "brushing" vividly show the anxiety and confusion of thinking about women.

The feelings caused by moonlight deeply troubled her. At this moment, isn't the moonlight shining on the lover in the distance? * * * Looking at the moonlight, we can't know each other, so we have to rely on the moon to send love to you from afar. Looking up to the sky: Hongyan flies far away, but without the light and shadow of the moon, flying is futile; Looking at the river, fish jump in the deep water, just causing ripples, and jumping is useless.

"The feet are in the fish intestines, and the heart is full of goose feet." I can't send a message to the fish goose who is in charge of delivering letters now-it's time to add some worries! In the last eight sentences, the poet used fallen flowers, flowing water and waning moon to set off homesickness.

The gondola even dreams of going home.

3. What are the poetic poems about "the seaside at dusk"?

1. Night view of Wanghai Building, with wind and rain entering the building.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

Crossing the wind and rain into the building is spectacular.

When the rain ebbs and flows, the sea is blue, and when the lightning flashes and thunders, the purple snake is chosen.

2. Langtaosha, Baishui and Hailian

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

White waves are boundless with the sea, and flat sand is boundless.

I couldn't find it before, and the East China Sea became a mulberry field.

3. Dead Hua Lian Kelp House Playing with the Moon

Song Dynasty: Mi Fei

The ripples of the ages cleared the Jedi. Haidai building is high, overlooking Qinhuai tail. Water is like water every day. Guanghan Palace is a strange place in the world.

A foggy spring and a marine city. I wear three mountains and come with the wheel in an instant. How strange it is when the moon is full. Luminous 1000.

4. The night of crossing the sea on June 20th.

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up.

Who decorated the clouds and the moon? Natural beauty and clarification of ocean colors.

In his spare time, Chaucer took advantage of music to get a general understanding of Xuanyuan's music.

I don't hate the narrow escape in the south. I spent the rest of my life traveling.

5. "Rehai Xing Hang sent Cui Shi back to Beijing"

Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

I smell the Hull language of Yinshan Mountain, and the boiling water in the west seems to be boiling.

Many birds at sea dare not fly, and some carp are long and fat.

The grass grows on the shore and the snow spins away in the air.

Steamed sodium silicate burns clouds, boiling waves burn waves and frying the moon.

Yin fire burns the furnace of heaven and earth, why does it turn to the west?

The moon-swallowing cave invaded Taibai, and even Akasaka spread sweat.

See you drunk in Tianshan Guo, you watch the sunset at the seaside.

The cold of Baitai ointment is pressing, and the inflammation of the hot sea is thin.

4. Poems or words about the sea, sunrise and sunset

1. "Climb the big shoe ridge to see the sea"

The staff travels thousands of cliffs, and the waves travel thousands of miles. Joan, the sky is unpredictable and the silver ground is wet. A stone flows out, and the solitary tip protrudes. I will be bigger, and I can't see the wind and smoke.

2. "Egret" Cao Yan

The waves are quiet and lonely, and the snow freezes and the belly is empty. Watching the beach all day, you can sell a lot of fish in the sea.

3. Fu Quan at Hengshitan

Round and flat as an ice mirror stone, a clear spring flows here. I believe that Long Qianchen should be close at hand. After all, the sea will nourish life.

4. "Gu Song" explains Yan Tao.

The sea is shallow and the villain is deep. The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and people die without knowing their hearts.

5. Sunrise and autumn are blue

At sunrise, Chai Men is still full of flowers, and full of green is lingering. Sophora japonica does not sweep the floor, but purple moss prints on the wall.

6. Sunrise Li Gou

Birds fly at the phoenix, but people are lazy to look up. Years of hatred is slow, and Yang Lu is not available. If the year is over, Gao Tang will grow old again. Justice and knowledge, but my heart is long.

7. Xin Li, southeast corner of sunrise

Sunrise is in the southeast corner, see West Road. Go out and walk on the ice, thorns will cripple you. Luoyang is bustling and strange, and horses and chariots are looking for pilgrims. If you want to swim in it, pine trees are pale and colorless. Neighborhood peace of mind, vote for you at noon.

8. Zhang Lei's Sunset

The sunset is dark and the wind is sad for autumn. Oshima gulls avoid visitors far away, and wild butterflies play with the boat. I am poor in resources and tired from traveling. If there is no respect for wine, there is nothing to worry about.

9. "Poems from the Sunset Wangjiang to Sung Hoon" Bao Zhao

Travelers lack fun. Dusk deepened my thinking. As the sun sets, the mountains and clouds return. Looking at Jiangyin from the neck. Turbulence and the Grand Canyon. Long fog turns to high forest. The infinity in the forest. Could not find the edge of the cloud. I only see lonely birds. Sound travels a thousand miles. Push their feelings. You know the wandering heart. You live in the imperial city. Spend money on a high meeting. Do you want to admire the guests? I am deeply in love with the scenery here.

10. "Daily Travel Notes" Cao Xun

Sunrise in the east cape, shine on my grass house east. There is Rongmu in the east of the house, and Rongsheng. Spring grass is bright blue, and spring water gives birth to hibiscus. Beautiful mountains and rivers, fragrant spring breeze. Six dragons are full of energy, and everything is salty. Xi he Xi he, there is no post in the mine, and there is no job for him. Let my eyes always be bright and my ears always be bright.

5. personified poems describing the sea at night

1, the endless sea, gently patting the coast, sang a beautiful and beautiful voice. Snow-white spray, like a naughty child, chased and frolicked on the sea, and ran back shyly as soon as it touched the reef on the shore.

Water drops jump up and down on the sea like lovely elves.

3. Every sunny morning or quiet moonlit night, when the sea is calm and the microwave is silent, only the almost invisible waves gently beat the beach, making a soft whisper-like sound that is almost inaudible, making people feel that they are in a warm night.

Ocean is a good teacher. It provides human beings with oil, and sometimes reminds them not to over-prey on fish.

5. The ocean is a great mother. She gave birth to many children. Could it be because the child was disobedient and lost his temper?

6. Ocean is a naughty child, sometimes cute, sometimes a little short-tempered.

7. Ocean is an industrious worker, constantly producing salt.

8. The ocean is the mother of human beings. She gave everything to mankind.

9. Ocean is a magician. For a while, it is safe, for a while, it is angry, and for a while, it makes waves playfully.

10, the tsunami roared as if to devour people, and it kept rolling as if to demonstrate to people …

1 1, the sea is full of Ying Ying. Under the setting sun, the waves jump like naughty children, and the sea is golden.

12. Suddenly, there was a strong wind on the sea, and the sea seemed to be a different person. Fishing boats in the distance are like a small leaf in the constantly swaying sea, at the mercy of huge waves, swaying from side to side in the wind and waves, as if to capsize, which makes people worry.

13. In the evening, the ocean gently stretches its muscles with the breeze, breathes the comfortable air between heaven and earth, and then falls asleep.

6. Poems about the sea

Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.

-Zhang's "Moonlit Night on a Spring River", the bright moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Wharf" One day I'm going to ride the wind and waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.

-Li Bai's It's Hard to Go ... Night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. -Wang Wan's "The next berth on the North Fort Mountain" was once difficult for water, and it was amber forever.

-Yuan Zhen's "Lisi" Have you ever seen how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return? -Li Bai's Into the Wine 1. The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Zhang Tang, 902. There, the sea floats in the sky, and you disappear from the world on your fragile boat. Tang Qianqi 3. You can't see how the water of the Yellow River leaves heaven and enters the ocean, never to return. Tang Li Bai 4. The sand sea deepens with the unfathomable ice, and the clouds are bleak and condensed. Tang Censhen 5. You can't see the snowy seaside. The flat sand is endless and yellow. Tang Censhen 6. Blue. There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... (Russian) Sail 7 of lermontov. Ah, the sea-how kind and loving you are-Emily Dickinson's Blue Ocean 8. What is water? Mountains and islands stand tall.

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.

Cao Cao's "Looking at the Sea" Time: Wei and Jin Author: Cao Cao's works: Looking at the sea to the east is Jieshi, so that we can see the 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. I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.

Author: Shu Ting's works: To the sea (sunrise at sea) How many heroes are sincerely impressed by the sunrise at sea, how many poets are attracted by the sunset at sea, how many songs are sung on the cliffs, how many footprints are left on the beach day and night by the sea breeze, how many times the sails raised are secretly buried by the waves, and there have been curses, lamentations and praises. There used to be a brilliant sea-a changing life-a turbulent ocean. Where is the hole dug in childhood? Where are the traces of first love side by side? The sea, even if your waves can wash away your memories, there are still some shells scattered on the hillside, such as the stars on a summer night. Maybe the whirlpool blinks its dangerous eyes, or maybe the storm opens its greedy mouth. Although you have ruined countless innocent dreams in life, there are still some brave people who fly calmly like petrels in the storm and on the seaside night in the evening. The rocks with cold leaves are as cold as death. How lonely my shadow is from the coastal rocks, and how proud my heart is from dusk to midnight. Let you pretend to roar, let you be hypocritical and calm, and let you take away everything in the past-this world has both the pain of sinking and the awakening. From tomorrow on, I will be a happy person, feed horses, chop wood and travel around the world. From tomorrow on, I care about food and vegetables. I have a house, facing the sea, with spring flowers. Starting from tomorrow, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness tells me that I will tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger. I also wish you a bright future, all the best, all the best and peace in the world. I only wish to face the sea and warm bloom in spring. This is the last time you appeared in front of my eyes, rolling blue waves and shining beautiful light. Like a friend's melancholy complaint, like his parting call. I heard your sad voice and your calling voice for the last time.

You are the desire in my heart! I often wander around your shore silently and blankly, because of that secret wish, I feel distressed and heartbroken! How I love your echo, your gloomy tone, your deep voice, the silence of dusk and the capricious passion! Fishermen's docile sails, relying on your willful protection, fly bravely between the waves; But when you get out of control, a large group of ships will perish. I wanted to leave your lonely shore forever, congratulate you with carnival feelings, and let my poems run far along your waves, but I couldn't! You wait, you call … and I am bound; My inner struggle is completely futile: I was fascinated by a strong passion and left me on your shore ... what's so pathetic? Where is the carefree path I am going to run to now? In your desert, one thing shocked my heart.

This is a steep rock, a glorious tomb ... There, immersed in the cold sleep are some solemn memories; Napoleon died there. There, he was buried in suffering.

After him, like the sound of a storm, another genius flew away from us. He is another monarch in our mind. The singer who cried for the God of Freedom disappeared, and he left his laurel in the world.

Cloudy and noisy, stir up: Oh, the sea, he once sang about you. Your image is reflected in him, and he is shaping his growth with your spirit: just like you, he is dignified, deep and deep, and like you, nothing can make him submit.

The world is empty, ocean, where do you want me to take you? People's fate is the same everywhere: where there is happiness, there are already people guarding it: perhaps enlightened sages or tyrannical kings. Oh, goodbye, sea! I will never forget your solemn face, and I will listen to your thunder in a long, long dusk.

My heart is full of you. I want to take your cliff, your bay, your flash, your shadow and whispering waves into the forest and the silent desert.

7. Sentences describing the sea on a summer night

1, the sea is full of Ying Ying. Under the setting sun, the waves jump like naughty children, and the sea is golden.

2. Counting the white sails, in this golden sea, just like a few white feathers, floating gently and leisurely. 3. The spray is a miracle of the sea, but she is more like a dancer. She can make people forget their troubles and enjoy themselves.

The sea water is so blue, which makes people feel that the color of jade is too light and the color of sapphire is too deep, even the master can't describe it. 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 are one, and we can't tell whether it is water or sky. As the saying goes, the fog locks the mountain, and the water in the distance is even connected with water. In the bright sunshine, the distant sea water is like scales on the water surface, and it is like naughty children jumping to the shore constantly. Looking at the sea, our hearts seem to become. Some hit the rocks by the sea, splashing waves several meters high and making a "wow".

Wow.

"Beautiful voice! 7. I like its quiet appearance and roaring appearance ... Looking at the open and boundless sea in the past, it was majestic and boundless, and the small, crowded and noisy city was completely forgotten.

8. I can't forget the refreshing and humid sea breeze with the smell of talking about the sea, blowing people's hair, cheeks and body. As charming as a gorgeous and rich woman.

9. Looking out with their eyes open, they saw not white waves, but the sails of fishing boats, bronzed glowing skin, keen eyes, kind smiles, and skillful movements of casting nets after mastering sea trial skills. They won't appreciate the so-called scenery, but they may be used to it. One of them is the sailing direction, the rock coke under the ship and the change of weather. Look at the connection between the blue and the distant sky, like a slowly rising blue continent, shining with the luster of ancient glazed tiles and broadening the boundless space.

10, the sea, the real sea, like the vast land of the northern plateau, embodies an unspeakable mysterious vitality and gives people a profound transcendence over nature. 1 1. Walking into the chaotic blue plateau, it seems that you can hear the hustle and bustle of his life through her cold appearance. It is different from the real plateau continent, where all life is exposed. Here, everything is wrapped in chaotic and opaque seawater, and the inner impulse of life only changes occasionally, saying that the waves are churning and disappearing; Here, everything is wet, soft, delicate and changeable ... no one else can really see his heart, and they will have a desire to let him go deep into it and understand its complex psychological world.

The sea is extremely bright blue, and the waves are as calm as the West Lake in the spring morning. Occasionally, the breeze only blows thousands of tiny sparkling wrinkles, which makes the golden water surface in the early summer sun look warm and gratifying.

I have never seen such a beautiful sea! The sky is extremely bright blue, with only a few gauze-like light clouds. Flat in the air, just like a girl, wearing a beautiful blue summer dress, but a white scarf around her neck, absolutely thin and light.

I have never seen such a beautiful sea and the sky. The tide is coming, the turbulent tide, the back wave pushes the front wave, and the rows of glistening tides surge in, with the sound of thunder and the momentum of Malik.

The sea suddenly turned into an endless battlefield, and the sea breeze blew a sharp "horn". The waves are like thousands of brave soldiers, pounding the coast violently, rumbling and shouting. As long as the giant stone on the shore is gently brushed by the tide, it seems to "sink" to the "bottom of the sea" at once.

Rows of waves hit the coast, splashing. This spectacular tide makes me feel how much power is contained in the boundless sea, and how many poets have infinite reverie about this boundless sea water.

Shortly after sunset, the orange sunset glow was still burning in the western sky. The sea, which is also dyed red by the glow, is more spectacular than the sky.

Because it is active, whenever rows of waves surge, the glow reflected from the peak is red and bright, just like a flaming flame, flashing, rolling and disappearing. However, the back row is flashing and rolling in. On this beautiful night, I walked slowly along the soft beach.

The sea gently stroked the soft beach and made a gentle "brushing" sound. The late sea breeze is fresh and cool, and my heart is full of unspeakable excitement and pleasure. I have been to many coastal cities, all of which are lovely. However, my favorite place is Weihai.

The symphony of the sea and poetry is like a steep mountain. The blue, deep and mysterious sea is something that many people dream of getting close to. The splashing waves and rough waves have also aroused the surging poetry of countless poets.

Looking out from the small window of world poetry, you can always hear the lapping of the tide and see the flying of seabirds. Among many poems describing the sea, one by Argentine poet Bolehes is quite classic. He said: "On a quiet morning, the turbulent sea washed the boundless beach."

This sentence should tell the basic image of the sea in people's minds. What color is the sea? In different people's minds, there may be different choices from light green to dark blue.

In Homer's epic Odyssey, in the eyes of the great blind poet, the sea is "dissolute". Indeed, the beautiful, clear and charming sea is really like a glass of wine, which makes people drunk at once. The boundless sea can broaden people's minds and alleviate people's suffering.

1824, the Russian poet Pushkin was exiled to the Caucasus by the czar's autocratic government. Pushkin was honest and unwilling to cater to the local governor, so he was dismissed and sent back to his hometown. Before he left, the poet stood on the seashore of the Caucasus, looking up at the distance, thinking of his friends, and wrote the famous "To the Sea" with loneliness and anger.

At the beginning of the poem, he cried affectionately, "Goodbye, freedom.

8. Poems about the sea

Poetry describing the sea

1. The moon is already at sea and over the horizon. Zhang Tang jiuling

2. There, the sea floated to the sky, and you disappeared from this world in your fragile boat Don Qian Qi.

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky and into the ocean, never to return?

4. Sand sea is deepened by unfathomable ice, gloomy clouds, Wan Li Ning, Don Cen Can.

Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from desert, yellow flies to heaven.

6. The blue sea is foggy, and the solitary sail is shining with white light!

There is a clear blue stream below, and golden sunshine shines on it ... sail.

7. Ah, the sea-how kind and lovely you are-Emily Dickinson's blue ocean.

8. Where there is water, mountains and islands are towering. 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. Cao Cao's ocean view