Classical modern poems praising the sea

Modern poetry about praising the sea 1. Modern poetry praising the sea

"Towards the Sea" Goodbye Pushkin, the free and unrestrained sea! 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, and I am distressed by that secret wish! 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 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 king 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 gloomy, and just like you, nothing can make him submit. The world is empty ... Ocean, where are you taking us now? People's fate is the same everywhere: where there is happiness, there is a guardian: either an enlightened sage or a tyrannical king.

Oh, goodbye, sea! I will never forget your solemn face, and I will listen to your thunder at dusk for a long time. My whole heart is full of you. I want to take your steep rocks, your bay, your flash, your shadow and the whispering waves into the forest and into the silent desert town.

Author: Shu Ting's works: To the sea (the sunrise of the sea) Content: How many heroes caused by the sunrise of the sea sincerely praise the sunset of the sea, how many poets fondly miss the songs sung on the cliff, how many lines of footprints are left on the beach day and night by the sea breeze, how many times the sails raised to the horizon are secretly buried by the waves, cursing, sorrowing and praising, and there is 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 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, let you take away everything in the past-this world has both the pain of falling and the joy of waking up.

2. Modern poetry praising the sea

Pushkin's Farewell to the Sea, Free and Bold Sea! 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, and I am distressed by that secret wish! 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 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 king 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 gloomy, and just like you, nothing can make him submit. The world is empty ... Ocean, where are you taking us now? People's fate is the same everywhere: where there is happiness, there is a guardian: either an enlightened sage or a tyrannical king.

Oh, goodbye, sea! I will never forget your solemn face, and I will listen to your thunder at dusk for a long time. My whole heart is full of you. I want to take your steep rocks, your bay, your flash, your shadow and the whispering waves into the forest and into the silent desert town.

& gt Author: Huang, the sea, the sea, you open your broad mind, you can accommodate the beauty of the world, but also the evil of the world. The sound of the waves tells you courage. You don't have everything. Ghosts and monsters have devoured all the sludge and turbid water in the world. Your life is eternal. You are guilty, too. How many innocent and kind lives have you been swallowed up by the ruthless tsunami? Sea, who comments on your merits and demerits? Thank you, although only two songs are expected to be adopted.

3. Modern poetry about the ocean

1。 Haizi's Spring Facing the Sea

From tomorrow on, I want to be a happy person;

Comb hair, chop wood and travel around the world.

From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables.

Living in a house facing the sea, spring is blooming.

From tomorrow on, write to everyone I love.

Tell them my happiness,

What did the lightning of happiness tell me,

I will distribute it to each of them.

Give every river and mountain a warm name.

Stranger, I will also wish you happiness.

I wish you a bright future!

May you lovers get married!

May you be happy on earth.

I only want to face the sea and spring blossoms.

2。 Shu Ting's The Sea: Sunrise at Sea

How many heroes have aroused people's heartfelt admiration

Sunset at sea

Arouse the tenderness of many poets

How many songs were sung on the cliff?

It is also blown by the sea breeze day and night

Whispering day and night

How many lines of footprints were left on the beach?

How many sails have been raised on the horizon?

It's all kept secret by Haitao

Secret burial

There have been curses and sorrows.

There have been praises and glory.

Ocean-a Changing Life

Life-a turbulent ocean

Where is the hole dug in childhood?

Where is the first love shoulder to shoulder?

Oh, the sea

Even if your waves

Can erase memories.

And some shells.

Scattered on the hillside

Like the stars on a summer night

Maybe the vortex is flashing dangerously.

Maybe the storm opened the greedy mouth.

Ah, life

Even though you destroyed it.

Countless pure dreams

There are also some brave people.

As in a storm

Flying petrel

The night is as calm as the night on the coast.

The rock death in Cold Leaves is as serious as death.

From the rocks on the coast

How lonely my shadow is

From dusk to midnight

How proud I am inside.

"Free Element", huh?

Let you pretend to roar.

Let you be hypocritical and calm.

Let you take away everything in the past.

Everything in the past-

This world

Have the pain of sinking

And the joy of awakening.

4. Modern poetry praising the sea

& gt Author: Huang Dahai, the sea, you open your broad mind, you can accommodate the beauty of the world and the evil of the world, and your courage is told by the sound of the waves. You don't have everything. Ghosts and monsters engulf all the sludge and muddy water in the world, and your life is eternal. You are guilty, too. How many innocent and kind lives have you been swallowed up by the ruthless tsunami? Sea, who can judge your merits and demerits > Author: Wang Qijiang's steps are like a flood ... waves rise from his forehead, and white waves are getting old.

The young sea visited him, put his palm on the head of a gentleman named Ban Pi, and the fever subsided. So-and-so was left, and the head was exposed on the ground, so it was difficult to pull it up. Is the cold world very hot? The paper men guarding the tomb looked at the sea coming and going. How do I know the coming and going of tides? In front of this grave, I rubbed my forehead, only thirty years old. & gt Author: Recalling Jiangnan, we look at the sea, what we see is the sea, and the water on the sea comes from the sea every day. The sun is bright in the sea. Who can we tell, our sisters are bathed in veils, and our love history is struggling on the sea of the beach. The sun burns under the sun, and the water in the sky comes from the clouds in the sky. The stars tell the fish that the sea has learned our shape and given us an image. Several sea crystals have come from Taikoo. The ruined ship of the Milky Way in the sky, the seeds we abandoned germinated in the sea. To whom do the sisters tell us that our hearts are shining fruits, and to whom do they tell us that our seas bypass our seeds? They tell our hearts that the shining fruit is our heart and their cradle is in the sky. The sun is in the sea and the fish is in the clouds. We watched the sea go through the clouds and our sisters counted the stars. The wrecked ship in the sky turned into the sea, and the shallow sea tells who brought the sisters' hearts back from ancient times. There is a dark sea in the sky. Hai Jing, we sisters look for the sun and the water under the sun. The sky on the sea has existed since ancient times. Our fruits were given to our sisters. Hai Jing told who our sister didn't have a sail. They told the cradle to lay stars and fruits in autumn. We gave up this day. We abandoned the sea. Our seeds were hung on the gauze in the bathtub by mistake. Who did we tell, and then who did we tell about the sea? We cut one into strips.

Blue stripes, I know it's the sky. Seabirds fly into the sky with a piece of blue in their hands.

The seabird said, "The sky is my home, and the sea is the sky." The sun and sand are white in February and August.

I dug two holes in the beach. The sky was silent, and the sea finally foamed.

On the beach, I dug two holes, one to bury the sound and the other to bury the sunshine. The sky is the lid of the coffin, and seabirds fall on the edge of the coffin.

The seabird said, "The sea is dead." If the mountain is broken, the fog will rise.

If there is no flow in the flat sea. Far water is like a shore, and distant mountains are like clouds. The broken waves are still together, and even the waves are still hours. The vast sea is full of water, and the current is full of water. What a vast sea! All the treasures in the world are hidden in the middle: the teeth are full of glory, and the wind and rain scatter the wilderness.

The coral is exquisitely decorated, and the pearl palace shell is rotten and bright. The mud in the shell house lives in detail, and the red snail walks away from the sand, giving birth to light at night.

You see, the giant is immersed in all rivers, which is not intentional. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. Swallow a boat and run to the bottom of the sea, and high waves drive Penglai.

Xianyun, but see the gold and silver platform. Yun Qi hangs in the sky, and the sea moves even mountains and waves. The river is divided into nine tributaries, and the sea is a day. Hai Ruo has a long-term high tide. After the low tide, the sea breeze blows, petrels and sails pass by. But I want you to pay attention to more than that! Dear friends, please close your eyes-take a deep breath and listen! -Listen again! This is the sound of waves. This is the sound of waves hitting rocks! ! ! The long-awaited storm finally came, and one after another stormy waves rushed to the rocks on the sea. The sound of flapping is the cry of the soul. The broken waves are the smiles of the sea. It's free. This is a passionate phone call. That's boiling blood. The calmness of the stream is daunting. Therefore, every drop of water flows to the sea, eager to blend in with the waves.

5. Look for modern poems that praise the sea.

[Have you seen the sea] You have seen the sea. You imagined the sea. You imagined the sea and saw it. That's it. You have seen the sea and imagined it. But you are not a sailor. That's it. You imagined the sea. Maybe you still like the sea. At best, you have seen the sea. You imagined the sea. You don't want to drown in the sea. That's it. Everyone just helped you find this song! ! Han Dong, 196 1-, was born in Nanjing.

At the age of 8, he was sent to the rural areas of northern Jiangsu with his parents. 1982 graduated from the philosophy department of Shandong University. He began to write poems when he was at school. In the mid-1980s, he and Li Yawei launched a new wave of avant-garde poetry, and published poems such as About the Wild Goose Pagoda, Have You Seen the Sea, The Moon is Coming, The Mountain Man and The Rising Sun.

6. Modern poetry praising the sea

How many heroes in Shu Ting's To the Sea 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 lines of footprints are left on the beach day and night by the sea breeze, and how many times the sails raised are secretly buried by Haitao. There have been curses, sorrows and praises. There was a glorious sea-a changing life-a turbulent sea. Where is the cave dug when I was a child? Where are the traces of first love? 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 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, let you take away everything in the past-this world has both the pain of falling and the joy of waking up.

7. Find modern poems that praise the sea.

Yellow river author: piling snow

Days and nights whizzing by in my eyes

Grass and gold surge in my chest.

I Yan Di Long Pao and Huangdi Neijing

My tears and expression are turbid.

I have been running through my youth.

My bad breath

When I hold a copper pot to warm my eyes, tears flow like a river.

Who is your drunken boat?

Suppress one's throbbing chest

I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.

A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.

A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.

Qian Fan's back. You're back.

My emotions are extravagant and wasteful.

My destiny has a bright future.

My silent father was choked to tears by dry smoke.

My nagging mother, her forehead was blackened by the fire of the stove.

I put too much pepper in Lanzhou beef noodles.

My salt is soaked in heavy Shaanxi mutton.

When I lead animals at dusk, I drive birds away from your noisy entrance.

When I drag my children, take care of the old and the young, and walk on your road.

When I bow to your deep source in the brazier above my head

When I use my memory to lift your coming haze.

Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.

My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.

I flew thousands of feet along the Yellow River.

I dream of the Yellow River in Tiema Glacier.

My canoe crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.

I really can't take my photo away from the Yellow River with my face.

I really took my songs away, but I couldn't take my feelings away.

The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.

The world of mortals in my eyes cannot be buried in the declining rivers.

My river that never hits the south wall and never looks back.

My river without coffins and tears

I can't reach the Great Wall, not a hero's river.

My river won't die if it can't see the sea.

My blows and blows hit the bustling river.

My stumbling river

I can't leave without a river.

When the stone turns into foam,

When bones turn into waves

Sorghum fell and there was blood.

When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley

When my feet are covered with mud, I have a hard job in my hand.

Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.

A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.

A village full of apricot blossoms and moistened by folk songs

Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei

Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.

My great-grandson's surname is Zhao, Wang.

At the beginning of my life, it was a thousand words with similar nature and kindness.

My compendium of materia medica is filled with the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.

I was overwhelmed by the glorious twenty-four history of China.

A dream of red mansions with my eyes open and insomnia

I smile with tears in my eyes.

My ups and downs, life and death, the boatman's song

My excitement is full of light.

My surging efforts

My sonorous bones

The flowers in Shandandan are colorful, and your mountains made of water and slopes made of waves are colorful.

Little by little, the stars in the sky light your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends.

Raise a glass to drown your sorrows.

The Yellow River is flowing, but the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with our swords.

When I was humming that nursery rhyme under the scorching sun and frost.

You are my dream-driven China.

8. Ask for some modern poems about the sea, thank you.

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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. Starting from tomorrow, 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. How many heroes in Shu Ting's To the Sea are sincerely admired 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 lines of footprints are left on the beach day and night by the sea breeze, and how many times the sails raised are secretly buried, cursed, sad and praised by Haitao. 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 pretend to be calm, let you take away everything in the past-this world has both the pain of falling and the joy of waking up.

9. Modern poetry describing the sea

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I stand on the back of the sea, looking at the sea through the heart wall and thinking about the sea. The kelp in my heart walks into your soft depths with endless mood, and the poetic pen always can't get out of the theme of love in the initial and final truth.

Life is better than ripe strawberries, sweet and sour, and sensitive to the tentacles of thought.

Worried about self-fatigue, endless questions, endless blows, let the past of the four seasons turn into waves in May on the unwilling sea, make the sea soul wrinkle, make the sailors rub, and slap the beach that should be calm.

Caress endured for a long night, woke up one night, and saw my heart drifting in the sleepless night with tears in my heart, deciphering the emotional ship and no longer carrying beautiful fantasies. The tired sculls started the ups and downs, and all the efforts made were always full of inseparable feelings in the whirlpool.

The gull is humming a love song of a thousand years, and the sad voice is floating in the purple of the blue sky. In the state of mind of modern life, on sunny days, you are as free and easy as the wind, and I watch like a lonely reef.

Lonely sailing, where are you drifting? The wind swept the waves, and the mast disguised itself as a tree in doubt. The sea in my heart doesn't know when you are the coast I am waiting for and when you are the harbor I rely on.

It's not that I don't know the characteristics of the sea. You shouldn't worry too much about the safety of people who go to sea when there is a storm, but you should give people who know the sea more confidence and gentleness.

Because I am not a moving seaweed, I am a fish without water. My fragile heart is willing to be baked in the flame of pain and happiness, and a warm home should reflect each other.

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10. Modern poetry about the ocean

seek

sea

Where are you?

This is childhood.

Still in the dark.

I clearly heard your kind call.

But I don't know.

Where are you?

This is a dream in a trance.

Or the empty Penglai fairy island

Learn to crawl or learn to walk.

I've been looking for you.

Huge footsteps

sea

Are you a mother or a lover?

I don't know

Bump all the way

My clothes are wrinkled and my face is tired.

Hair is messy.

Finally crawling in your smoke

You are so bold and enlightened.

Broad and lush

Is Jade Python Pentium the totem of my Oriental Dragon?

I forgot myself.

Throw away all your luggage.

Change the reserve of the past

Jump into your broad mind.