The teacher asked us to write a modern poem about the sea! Whoever writes well, I ll be whoever!

The sea is blank.

Hao Haoran The huge waves followed the sky and continued for days.

The sea breeze is sea-fishy in the nose.

The infinite wave has just turned.

The wave came after the swift wave.

The waves ahead are churning like a long dragon.

The back waves splash like a cloak.

Hao Hao soup soup is magnificent.

The waves broke through the sky.

The seagull ring is about to fall.

The waves crashed on the shore and came out again.

The sea is vast.

Fish and shrimp are born on the bottom of the sea.

Ships come and go, and they are busy in the sea.

The waves dissipate and gather wet clothes.

Wander the sea and fall asleep.

I wish my heart was connected to the sea.

Chapter 7: Impression of Houhai.

The spring cocoons hatched that spring last year.

The spring bamboo shoots also quietly pushed away the mud on the top of their heads.

The roots of the mangrove forests have been dug into the tidal flats of the sea.

The black-faced spoonbill makes its home here in winter.

Where did the restaurant go?

The path that used to be is gone.

What was once a fish pond used to be oyster nets.

The fishing boats of the past have been solidified into a picture in the album.

The sound of the waves still sounded even tighter, like the beating of war drums.

The tide still comes and whispers in the night.

Gui Bird is still noisy and has a lot of new homes.

The lights still flickered and the colors were like glow.

The thunder of Shenzhen Bay shook the wind and rain of the Pearl River estuary.

The seeds of agitation are impatient to germinate.

The Universiade torch tower has started like a flag bearer.

This is followed by more and more high-rise buildings.

On a clear day, it's bustling with activity.

Cars inside and outside the construction site are busy and not mixed.

Great view on windy nights.

Neon flashes, people are boiling, and they are bustling.

The former Houhai was a black and white**.

A few small withered flowers on the beach at sunset.

Today's Houhai is more like a modern oil painting.

It can't be fully expressed.

Chapter 8: Love of the Sea.

If I were the sea.

You are the petrel with wings spread.

Fly as high and as far as you want.

I can't escape it.

My obsessive gaze on you.

I'll think about your heart.

Hidden beneath the thick ice shelves of Antarctica.

But because of your presence.

The whole world is gradually warming.

Until finally, you discover this heart.

I can't let time stop.

Nor can we let the year turn around.

But I'll use my sincerity.

For your helpless wings.

Acts as an air cushion to soar through the sky.

If one day.

My heart stopped beating suddenly.

It's also because I miss you.

The legal load is exceeded.

Even in another world.

I still keep it.

A tribute to you.

Sea. A fresh breeze blows across your cheeks.

With a hint of sweet sleepiness.

The moon shines on my heart.

Give me a wide ocean.

O rough sea.

Rolling up a thousand waves.

I held the boat.

Swipe lightly past you.

Look at your dancing moves.

The heart is extremely excited.

I'm slowly trying to find your heart.

But you ruthlessly rejected me.

I quietly want to stay by your side.

But you ignored me.

The sea, the sea.

Your ruthlessness grieves me.

Your indifference pains me.

Your pride makes me stay.

Your countenance is fresh in my memory.

The wind on the sea is the god of flowers, and as soon as she comes, ten thousand waves bloom.

The wind of the sea is the luthier, and when she comes, she plays ten thousand kinds of music.

The wind of the sea is a strong man, and as soon as he comes, he sends away 10,000 fishing sails.

The wind on the sea is a lion.

As soon as it came, it set off a huge wave

The sea is my wandering dream in this life, and the pain of a lifetime. Thinking of the sea, everything becomes transparent and calm. Shells Always dream of picking up shells at the beach.

There is a sunset lingering on the sea; There are waterfowl frolicking around. The waves gently tidal and chasing my footprints again and again.

While the wind is slowly blowing across the sea in my heart, I would like to turn into a bubble in the sea.

The sea, under the blue sky.

Seagulls flock to fly.

Sail on the sea.

The ship sailed by sea.

I am a drop of seawater, salty, bitter, blue. I have climbed on the walking boat, I have fallen on the path of the seagulls. I have never forgotten that I am a drop of seawater.

One snow, another snow.

Covered with layers of mountains.

It seems that everything has become white.

It became a silvery world.

White is also a beautiful color.

It buries the dead branches and leaves of winter.

When the spring sun rises in the sky.

A season of life has arrived.

It's not just the bright spring that comes.

And there is hope surging in my heart.

Hope is another bright start.

Make tomorrow's days more brilliant.

Time seems to be repeating itself.

Every year is a new day.

Commentary] The poem is written in English sonnets.

four, four, four, two, but the first three four-line stanzas are all changed to the rhyme form of aa x a commonly used in Chinese poetry (i.e.

1, 2, 4 rhymes). The author has a new development of this rhyme, which is AABA, BBCB, CCDC, DD. This is an exploration made by the poet in the process of transplanting the sonnet.

Sonnets written in this rhyme style are indeed closer to the habit of appreciating Chinese poetry. It is worth a comparative study.

A fresh breeze blows across your cheeks.

With a hint of sweet sleepiness.

The moon shines on my heart.

Give me a wide ocean.

O rough sea.

Rolling up a thousand waves.

I held the boat.

Swipe lightly past you.

Look at your dancing moves.

The heart is extremely excited.

I'm slowly trying to find your heart.

But you ruthlessly rejected me.

I quietly want to stay by your side.

But you ignored me.

The sea, the sea.

Your ruthlessness grieves me.

Your indifference pains me.

Your pride makes me stay.

Your countenance is fresh in my memory.

Coca-Cola, green card, eat and eat, and count it.

The waves crash on the shore, and the ripples hit the trail from afar.

Blue waves hug the horizon and bring the fragrance of the ocean here.

The wind blows through the sea, and the water splashes and flutters.

The ship is sailing forward, as if on the white sea posture of Changhong, cruising in a dreamlike world.

I stand on the back of the sea, across the wall of my heart, looking at the sea and thinking about the sea, the sea in my heart, with a state of mind that can't finish reading into the depths of your tenderness, the poetic pen always can't get out of the theme of love in the initial and final true feelings.

Life is like a ripe strawberry, sweet and sour to the tentacles sensitive to thought.

The days of worrying about self-exhaustion, the endless doubts, and the never-ending blows, the past of the four seasons of reincarnation surged into the waves of May on the surface of the sea that did not want to be silent, blowing the sea soul, rubbing the sailors, and slapping the sand that should be calm.

Pampering and forbearance strung up the long night, I woke up from a night of dreams and saw my heart drifting in the sleepless night with tears of love, the ship of deciphering emotions, no longer carrying the beautiful fantasy, the tired double pulp opened the ups and downs of the years, and all the efforts made were always written in the vortex full of inseparable rhyme.

The gulls are whispering a thousand-year-old love song, the sad voice floats in the purple of the blue sky, in the mood of modern life, in the light and clear days, you are free and easy like the wind, and I am watching the lonely reef.

Where are you going to drift on a lonely voyage? The wind ripped over all the waves, and the mast disguised itself as a tree in doubt. The sea in my heart doesn't know when you will be the shore I am waiting for, and I don't know when you will be the harbor I rely on.

Because I am not a migratory seaweed, I am a fish that cannot live without water, and my fragile heart is willing to be roasted in the flames of pain and happiness.

I'm at sea. Watch the white pigeons return home.

The sun sets over the sea. Sail a boat with the wind filling the sails.

Urge me. I will go away on the shore where you are.

I'm on the run. Still want to.

Take a look at what you've been passing by.

Every leaf.

See if they're snickering.

I aspire to be the most ordinary of those leaves.

It has also appeared in your life.

Every grain of flying sand you've ever touched.

I'm envious. Even if you throw it into the sea.

The sun can no longer be seen.

Can not see you. Keeping memories can too.

In the dark. Pick up your own glimmer.

The story of the sea continues.

One last look.

Until I disappeared into the wind.

It's kind of a farewell. Memories of the sea.

Silhouette of a wooden ship.

Plant purple flowers.

There is no name. Want to sit on the stars.

It's just that starry sky.

The bleakest one.

Even if you will travel hundreds of millions of light-years in time and space.

Just look forward to one night when you're in tears.

It also warms your eyes.

The sea breeze was still blowing quietly.

I've ever seen the real sea.

It's when you cry.

I'm at sea, watching seagulls returning to their nests, watching the sunset into the sea, and watching sleeping fish.

Ode to the Sea Original.

The noise of silence sinks in the ripples.

The blue that belongs to the sky accumulates in the memory.

The thoughts that cannot be returned are accompanied by the waves.

A deep sorrow cruises and reflects a melody.

At the edge of that frozen landscape.

A drop in the ocean of nostalgia melts into the sparkling surrounding.

The clear sky in the sea gradually sinks into the circle of time.

The brief storm swept into a huge whirlpool.

The rows are struck by the rocks and the flowers are colorful.

The wandering song contains the sound of all things.

The waves are like a mountain peak.

Youth is reborn in the midst of disillusionment.

The years are nirvana in endless fantasy.

A city reflecting the night star.

Yes, you're here.

The deepest ocean in my heart.

The breath of the sea is thought of by the sea.

Let the waves rise.

The waves swirl with the little swan dance.

Hold out the pearl of the pearl.

Thoughts turned a light year at the bottom of the sea.

Only today is it. See the bright days.

A beautiful whistling.

The fragrance of the sea.

I wait for you quietly.

Waiting for you, the next call.

Re:

''Love of the Sea''

I'm tired of the sea.

That's where I live.

Ocean.

Be broad-minded.

Selfless and fearlessThe sea is inclusiveOcean.

The tide ebbed and flowed.

Wash away the muddy water.

Regrets.

I'm singing the sea.

It's her.

Soothe me to grow.

Unselfish.

Dedication.

Nurturing Pillars.

Dedicated.

Be honest and responsible.

I'm tired of the sea.

Yamamei.

Water beauty.

People are more beautiful.

The sea.

My second hometown.

——— Oilman! Books!

Ah, the sea

You're all water, ah, the sea

You're so beautiful

O sea, you are the sea.

The sea, you are so big.

O sea, thou art all water.

O sea, you are salty.

O sea, you are so beautiful.

When life is filled with turquoise, all emotions are frozen overnight, when all sorrow flows to the boundless abyss, life is also stretched in silence, at this moment, I just want to close my eyes, breathe out my thoughts, listen to the call of the tide, and write the poems of the years. Dry dreams, wrapped in life, let the sea submerge, all the complexes, everything in life is like the sea, from time to time there are microwaves, joy is repeatedly refracted, sorrow is constantly overlapping. The tilt of wisdom, the rudder of fate.

The clouds of thought, the song of life. It's not a blink of an eye and a miss, it's not a lifelong mistake, it's a repetitive ebb and flow of living in peace.