Beautiful prose of the sea

Appreciation of American Literature-The sea

The sea is extremely bright blue, and the sea waves are as smooth as the West Lake in a spring morning. Occasionally, the breeze only blows up thousands of tiny sparkling wrinkles, which makes the golden water under the early summer sun look warm and gratifying. I have never seen such a beautiful sea! The sky is also extremely bright blue, with only a few light clouds like gauze. Flat in the air, just like a girl, wearing a beautiful blue summer dress, but around her neck is a white scarf that is absolutely fine and light. I have never seen such a beautiful sea and sky.

The tide is coming. The surging tide, the back wave pushes the front wave, and the rows of glistening tides rush in, with a thunderous sound and a potential of Ma Benteng. The sea suddenly turned into an endless battlefield, and the sea breeze blew a sharp "horn". The waves seemed to be thousands of brave soldiers, violently attacking the coast and rumbling and shouting. As long as the one-thousand-pound boulder 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 shore, splashing pieces of spray. This spectacular tide makes me feel how much power is contained in the boundless sea, and how many poets have infinite reverie caused by this boundless sea water.

shortly after sunset, an orange sunset glow was still burning in the western sky. The sea, also dyed red by the glow, is more spectacular than the sky. Because it is active, whenever rows of waves surge, the glow reflected on the wave peak is red and bright, just like a piece of flaming flame, flashing, rolling and disappearing. The back row, however, flashed and rolled in. In this beautiful night, I walked slowly along the soft beach. The sea, gently stroking the soft beach, makes 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

Like a steep mountain, the blue, deep and mysterious sea is something that many people dream of getting close to. The waves are flying and the waves are surging, which has also triggered 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 Bolehes, an Argentine poet, is quite classic. He said, "In the quiet morning, the turbulent sea washes the boundless beaches. "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 deep blue. In Homer's epic Odyssey, in the mind of the great blind poet, the sea is "debauchery". Indeed, the beautiful, clear and fascinating sea is really like a glass of wine that makes people drunk at once.

The sea is vast and unobstructed, which can broaden people's minds and relieve people's pain. In 1824, Pushkin, a Russian poet, was sent to the Caucasus by the czar's autocracy. Pushkin was upright and unwilling to cater to the local governor, and was dismissed and sent back to his hometown. Before leaving, the poet stood on the Caucasian seashore, looking up to the distance, thinking of his friends, and wrote the famous "To the Sea" with a lonely and angry mood. At the beginning of the poem, he called affectionately: "Goodbye, free element! For the last time, before my eyes, your blue waves are rolling and your proud beauty is shining spectacularly. "

The sea is full of weather and beauty. You can get different feelings when you look at the sea from different angles. "There are white doves rippling on this calm roof." This sentence is the first sentence of Valery, a famous poem by French symbolist poet, which compares the sea to a roof, while the waves turn into white pigeons. The talented boy Rambo imagined himself as a drunken boat floating on the sea. He described the sea in the eyes of a sailor like this-"I am familiar with the sky cracked under lightning, wild waves, rapids and tornadoes; I am familiar with dusk and dawn as exciting as a flock of pigeons, and I have seen wonders that people can only imagine! "

Of all the poems describing the sea, the one with the longest length and the most magnificent weather should be Pace, a French diplomat poet. He said: "This is a sea song that has never been sung before. It is a song that the sea sings for us: the sea guides us until we breathe and end our development. The sea is us, guiding the silky sound of the sea and all the great coolness that the world has been lucky to get." Whitman, an American poet, loves the sea, too. He regards the sea as his teacher in poetry writing-"Ah, the sea, I am willing to exchange all this, if you can give me the know-how of ups and downs, or you can take a breath on my poem and leave its flavor there."