Poems about houses by the sea

1. Poems about seamounts covered the white sun, and the ocean drained the golden rivers. -Wang Zhihuan's "Dengque Building"

The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west? -Yuefu "Long Songs"

Sometimes I ride the wind and waves, raise my muddy sails and sail in the deep sea. -Li Bai, "It's hard to go"

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 vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress

On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea. The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea. -Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea

Tianhai floated up again, and the boat sailed to the edge of the distance; Beyond the mundane, you will naturally feel the light of Fa Zhou. -Qian Qi's "Send Monks to Japan"

Bowing without Qilu, looking east at the sea like a cup. -Mount Tai in Li Mengyang

After all, the world is just a small place. -"Farewell to Du Shu"

... 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.

The sea rises and the moon rises, and the horizon is * * * at this time. -Zhang Jiuling's Looking Back at the Bright Moon

When there is no wind at sea, the waves are calm -Bai Juyi's Painting Screen on the Sea

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. -Cen Can's Song of Snow White sent Tian Shuji Wu home.

Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River flows from the sky to the sea and never returns? -Li Bai's "Into the Wine"

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.

The mouth is thin and the stone is thin, and the heart looks at the sea. -Han Yu's Jingwei Reclamation

Look at the sea, the door is facing the tide in Zhejiang. -Song Wenzhi Lingyin Temple

The vast East China Sea is choppy, and the moonlight on the horizon meets again. -Huang Zunxian's "On the night of August 15, the Pacific Ocean is under the moon"

3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters. -Lu You's "Autumn Night Fence Gate Dawn"

In spring, mountains and rivers surround the city, and at night, Jiang Tao flows into the sea. -Chen's Bridge Poems

Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life. -Su Shi's Linjiang Fairy

I crossed the Pacific Ocean by boat and watched the rain and fog cross Asia and America. The water waves in the distance seemed to wash the world eastward. The heroes of the Reform Movement of 1898 will not be swept away by the historical trend. Today, I travel far with the ambition of transforming society. -Liang Qichao's Rain in the Pacific Ocean

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like palaces. -Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry"

2. Some beautiful sentences about the seaside. The sea is still calm, as if asleep. There is no wind or waves. The sea has solidified, like a thick piece of glass, lying flat and motionless.

In the vast blue ocean, the waves keep coming, hitting the rocks, making a roar and splashing white foam.

The green sea is soft as silk and slightly rippling. Seen from a height, the smoke waves are boundless; Sometimes, the sea is at your feet, whispering softly. .

The white sails of leaves, like a few white feathers, float lightly and leisurely on this golden sea.

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 mountains and mountains, and the sky is even connected with water. The distant sea water, under the delicate sunshine, spreads like scales on the water surface, and keeps jumping to the shore like naughty children.

Looking at the sea, our hearts seem to be broadened. In this state, people are refreshed and relaxed. The sea is at high tide, and the waves in the sea are coming to the shore one after another. Some are like rolling hills. Some hit the rocks by the sea, splashing waves several meters high and making a "wow". . Wow. . "Beautiful voice!

3. 10 Wang Zhihuan, an ancient poem about the sea, "In the Heron Villa"

The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.

By going up one flight of stairs, look further.

Long song in Han Dynasty

The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.

I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.

The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?

If young people don't work in time, they will only regret for life when they are old.

"Looking at Lu Cheng's Spring Tour in Jinling" Don Du Shen Yan

Only those who are far away from home are particularly sensitive to the change of natural phenology.

The bright sun on the sea is about to rise, and Jiangnan in the south of the Yangtze River is reviving.

Warm spring urges warblers to sing, and duckweed in the clear sun is dark in color.

Suddenly I heard that simple melody you sang, which made people cry.

"Jingmen Farewell" Tang Libai

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.

"Dream of Heaven" Tang

It's very sad, the old rabbit and the old toad are moaning in a low voice, the moonlight is off, and the cloud floor and cloud house are pale.

The jade wheel rolled with dew and wet the surrounding light and shadow. Mo Yan in Guihua Lane once met the fairy of Lu 'an-E.

Looking at the three sacred mountains under the vast sea, things are changing like horses.

Looking at China's nine points and nine points, the water in Na Pianhai is as shallow as pouring out of a cup.

"Ask asking for the moon for wine, an old friend Jia Chunling" Tang Libai.

When does the bright moon rise in the sky? I stopped my glass and asked now.

The moon will never reach the moon, but it is very close to the people.

Green smoke as bright as a mirror is flying in the palace, emitting cold light.

I only see the clouds rising from the sea every night, and who knows the clouds in the morning?

The moon is on the white rabbit's back, autumn and spring, and who is the neighbor of Chang's lonely life?

Now people are not seen in Gu Yue, but in this month they took the ancients.

The ancients said, if people are running water, they look at the bright moon.

Just look at the glass and sing loudly, and the moonlight can grow in a golden cup.

Jin Se Tang Li Shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

"It's hard to walk alone" Tang Libai

The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan.

I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.

I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.

I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.

Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.

One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.

Moonlit Night on the Spring River Tang Zhang

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

I drift thousands of miles, where 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. ……

Yuan Zhen, the fourth of Li Si's five poems.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.

Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

The above is for reference.

4. Poems about the sea 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. Tang Censhen 5. You can't see the snowy seaside. The flat sand is endless and yellow. Tang Censhen 6. The blue sea. 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 view of the sea.

5. What are some beautiful sentences about the seaside? 1. The sea is still, like a mirror, reflecting blue sky and white jade, green trees and red flowers, like a jasper.

2. The seaside at dusk is so charming. She is like an affectionate bride in a shiny dress. The beach in Huang Chengcheng is the ornament of the wedding, the coconut trees are her witnesses, the birds are the wedding guests, and the waves hit the rocks and played the wedding March.

Listen, isn't the sea singing? Sometimes majestic, sometimes soothing, and the waves respond from time to time. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the sea breeze sliding over my ears. In a trance, I feel that I am in a paradise without Penglai, An Ruo.

Oh, sea, watching your waves and listening to your sweet and powerful voice, I finally understand that it is no wonder that so many people yearn for you and are infatuated with you. You are so vast and full of energy. Although I am very tired after a difficult and tortuous journey, your charm has washed away my fatigue. I am immersed in your intoxicating charm and have a lot to say.

I love your sea, your vastness, your beauty and your mystery. Ocean, you are a tolerant mother.

6. The sea can accommodate hundreds of rivers and has a broad mind; The sea, rising and falling, is the ideal of boiling; The sea, with peaks and valleys, is a proud work; The rough sea tests the limits of life.

7. Sparkling, vast smoke waves, clear sky and Wan Li, heavy scales. Occasionally a breeze blows, causing small waves. Rain or shine, she always shows her calmness. I was fascinated by her calmness. I'm not disturbed by clutter. Anyway, I accept it.

8. Look at the golden beach by the sea. In the sun, it seems that every spun yarn is shining. On the beach, there are many gifts from the sea: small and exquisite shells, hermit crabs carrying small houses, sea hedgehogs covered with hard spines, jellyfish like small pockets … all over the beach.

9. It's getting late, the sea surface is rising, 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.

10. From time to time, the nearby waves rushed to the beach, chasing each other and hitting the rocks, making bursts of cheerful sounds, as if welcoming the arrival of distant guests; The waves in the distance come and go, row after row, chasing each other and rushing endlessly. It's really beautiful.

1 1. In the works of writers and poets, the sea seems to be a moody giant. It is sometimes as calm as a mirror; Sometimes the angry and turbulent tide will overturn the sailboat. In my imagination, the sea is so mysterious and charming, but I have never experienced the amorous feelings of the sea. The sea is like a magnet, which attracts me deeply.

12. On the vast and boundless sea surface, the sea breeze passes with vigorous steps, the waves are intermittent and rough, and thousands of accumulated snow are rolled up. This is a deep and vigorous movement played by the sea.

13. The flowing river turns red everywhere in autumn, just like a letter from a python.

14. The bright sunshine shines on the beach like a gold shop with a floor. There are many kinds of shells that can't be picked up on the beach, and some are like five-pointed stars, shining; Some are like little conchs, reading the story of the sea; Some are like small fans, blowing the breeze of the sea.

15. The gorgeous morning glow is reflected on the vast sea, just like the red glow cut by the fairy, which makes the sea particularly beautiful. After a night's rest, the sea looks more energetic. Layers of waves keep coming in, like a lively child playing with water.

6. The poetic era of seaside beauty: Ming.

Author: Yang Shen

Works: Su Xin

Content:

Golden people fall off their makeup, and the partridge forest picks autumn fragrance.

Wearing flowers and fragrant snow has angered Lu Lang.

Year: Ming

Author: Tang Yin

Works: Flowers of Jealousy

Content:

It began to rain last night,

Count those light and charming words.

Beautiful women get up early and walk out of the blue room.

Fold it to reflect the red makeup.

How about making Lang Hua a slave?

It is not as elegant as a flower.

Beautiful women get angry when they hear words,

I don't believe that dead flowers are better than alive.

Before throwing flowers at Lang:

Please take flowers to sleep today!

Year: Ming

Author: anonymous Ming

Works: Peach talks about cold.

Content:

Peach blossoms were left out in the cold and floated with the wind, and residual flowers fell across the bridge.

Under the bridge, goldfish play in the water, and birds by the water manage their new hair.

Huang Meiyu's sweater is not wet, and raindrops and pears are particularly charming.

Charm is often accompanied by weeping willows and flying high in purple.

A beautiful woman in a high cabinet plays Yu Di with a string hanging on the flute.

The silk is exquisite and fragrant, and there is a fan in the hand.

The sails on both sides of the beach are very stable, sitting firmly in the boat and shaking slowly.

It's too late to roll into the Xihe River, and the night window is lonely and boring.

Chatting about the cold screen window, falling clouds being knocked by water,

Knock on the door and ask Tiantai Road. There is a broken bridge passing by the bridge, and peaches are planted beside the bridge.

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Su Shi

Works: Liang Zhu

Content:

Flowers wither, red apricots are small,

Swallows fly, green water people go around.

Little catkins are blowing on the branches,

There are many fish in the sea.

Swing in the wall, escape from the wall,

The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.

Laughter fades away, voice fades away,

Affectionate but heartless chagrin.

Time: Northern Song Dynasty

Author: Ouyang Xiu

Works: Qu and Wang

Content:

There was a beautiful woman in the Han Palace, and the son of heaven didn't know her at first.

Once with the Han ambassador, he married Khan in the country.

Nothing in the world, once lost, is hard to find again.

Although you can kill the painter, what good is it?

As far as the eyes and ears can see, Wan controls Yi Di!

Han Jicheng is all thumbs, but women can't boast.

When Fei Ming shed tears, he sprinkled flowers on the branches;

The wind rises at dusk, and whose house does it wander to?

Beauty is better than life, don't blame the spring breeze.

Time: Tang and Five Dynasties

Author: Li Yu

Works: Huanxisha

Content:

The red sun is three feet high,

The golden furnace is the second spice beast.

Red brocade lichens wrinkle every step.

Beauty can dance for a while,

Smell the flowers when the wine goes bad.

Don't listen to the flute and drums in the temple.

7. What is the sea in the poem 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, I don't know where there came a faint, heavy and muddy sound, which disappeared 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 like the sea best. 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, spring blossoms-Haizi from tomorrow, be a happy person, 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, and spring is blooming. 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 wish you happiness on earth. Gorky Haiyan, Cao Cao's Looking at the Sea.