Poetry about the sea in the evening

1. A statement describing the sea on a summer night 1. The sea is full of Ying Ying. In the sunset, the waves jumped like naughty children, and the water was 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 and a white scarf around her neck, absolutely exquisite and light.

I have never seen such a beautiful sea and the sky. The tide is coming, the surging tide, the back wave pushes the front wave, and the rows of glistening tides come 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.

2. What are the poetic poems about "the seaside at dusk"? 1. "Night view of Wanghailou, storming into 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.

3. The anthropomorphic poem describing the sea at night is 1. The endless sea gently beats the coast and sings beautiful sounds. Snow-white spray is like a naughty child chasing and frolicking on the sea, just touching the rocks on the shore and running back shyly.

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.

4. Poem "Moonlight on the Spring River" column for writing night scenes at sea: Appreciation of Tang poems Author: Love Poetry Network 2004-1-127: 52:15 Browse: 83844 Related information: The spring river is here, and the bright moon at sea is born in the tide.

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.

5. Sentences describing the sea at night, the charm of a foreign land and the afterglow of the sunset.

The sea ebbed and kissed the gentle beach lovingly.

The beach opened her eternal heart, expecting, expecting.

I saw his forehead, smooth and stubborn, and looked back and sighed. . He thought quietly, quietly. The trend of the years.

Dim street lamps, smoky sea.

The waves rolled and called softly.

Call some sad, some sad.

I saw his eyes glowed gloomily, saying something 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 very angry. I shyly dispersed the mist.

I saw him dressed in black, vigorous and free and easy, picking up something, and he let out a long sigh. . Fate was predestined.

The air in late autumn and the clear sea are silent.

The sea is tired, and I am too tired to tidy my pajamas. ..

I saw his background, deeply concerned about it, and walked alone, remembering what and forgetting what. . He smiled as soon as possible. . . Smiling.

Go to the sea and the sky.

6. Poem 1 Describe the night. With such bright light at the foot of my bed, may there be frost already? . Lipper

2. Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. Lipper

The moon rises like a mirror, and the sea clouds twinkle like a palace. Lipper

4. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. Lipper

A moon hangs over the capital, and 10,000 washing hammers are beating. Lipper

6. The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the sea of clouds. Lipper

7. Drunk moon, sage of dreams, bewitched by flowers, you turned a deaf ear to the emperor. Lipper

8. Behind her closed window, why is she still waiting, looking at the glory of the autumn moon through the crystal glass? . Lipper

9. I have sorrow in my heart, and the moon has sorrow. I will always follow you until Yelangxi. Lipper

10, we all hold high to distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. Lipper

1 1, Emei Mountain falls into Pingqiang River in the half moon and autumn. Lipper

12 the breeze blows my belt, and the moon shines on my piano. Wang Wei

13, the voice is too low to be heard by anyone except my comrade-in-arms Mingyue. Wang Wei

14, moonlight in pine forest, crystal stone in stream. Wang Wei

15, the puddle widens with the moon, and the torrent bends with the mountain. Maday

16, under the bright moonlight, wild geese are soaring, and Chief Tatar is fleeing in the dark. Lulun

17, he knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! . Du Fu

18, ten thousand windows are shining in the sky, and the moonlight is shining on nine Yuntai. Du Fu

19. In the morning, I will treat the garbage and take the Moon Lotus hoe home. Tao Yuanming

20, wordless alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Yu Li

2 1, the bright moon surprises magpie, and the breeze sings at midnight. Xin Qiji

22. On the poor third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow. Bai Juyi

23. A bullet in water and a bullet in the moon, half went into the river and half into the cloud. antithetical couplet

24, the moonlight is deeper than half a household, and the Beidou is oblique. Liu

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening song. Li shangyin

26, bow like a full moon, looking at Sirius in the northwest. Su Shi

27. Under the court, if the water is empty, the algae in the water are horizontal and covered with bamboo and cypress. Su Shi

On a frosty night, Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire. . Ji Zhang

Willow tips in September, after dusk. . Ouyang Xiu

When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine. . Su Shi

3 1 I gave my heart to the moon, but the moon shone on the ditch. .. Chronology of Poetry in Qing Dynasty

7. A beautiful sentence describing the seaside at night. In the evening, a walrus, a deep old man, fell asleep quietly in the dusk.

There is no wind, no waves, and the sky is silent. I can't feel the vast sky and the vast sea, and what they will tell each other at this moment of night arrival.

I looked at the distant sky, close to the sea around me. I wander between sea and the sky. It's getting dark, and the night covers the sea and sky. The sea is hidden in the night, and the flashing lights on the sea are like the eyes of the sea. Is it a warship, a ship returning from a long voyage, or a lamp on a fishing boat? The lights on the sea light up my heart, so that I can't feel the darkness of night.

I walked on the road by the sea, feeling the warmth of this quiet night. Roads without street lamps are in the embrace of nature. On this hazy night, it seems to blend in with the sea. I walked gently on it and clearly heard my footsteps and breathing.