In winter, on the beach in the afternoon in the north, the cold wind is slow and sparkling. At this time, the tide began to recede and the whole sea was silent. Sitting on a flat reef, the spray splashed on the face and flowed into the salty taste in the mouth. Seagulls flutter their wings and sing in a low voice. Their vigorous posture, melodious rhythm and whistling sound reverberate in the blue sea for a long time.
The sun hangs in the western sky and the sea is as calm as a mirror. At this point, my body has been completely integrated into the sea, and I am dreaming and wandering in the arms of the sea. And gradually drift away.
My hometown is beyond the sea. A path covered with fine sand, carrying me, spent a happy childhood and adolescence here. When I was a child, I also liked the sea very much. I like bathing there, catching crabs, playing with oysters and playing hide-and-seek in the Woods on the beach. There is a string of laughter on the vast sea.
I still clearly remember that the afternoon after the college entrance examination, our sister's photo was left on a reef called "Laokang". Young and cheerful, smiling. White seagulls, cheerful waves, blue sea water and chasing white clouds are all in this photo of less than half a foot. After the group photo, the six of us lined up on the soft beach, leaned our heads on the white sand, looked at the blue sky, relaxed our nerves for many days, and then relaxed. The caress of the sea breeze and the tenderness of the beach let us quietly enjoy the gift of nature. In this quiet atmosphere, everyone is thinking about his own heart. I don't know who sang a poem by Cui Hu in the Tang Dynasty, "Today last year, the peach blossoms set each other off. People don't know where to go, and peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. " A poem, to everyone's delight, picked up shells and wrote this romantic poem on the reef! Face life choices such as study and employment. Maybe from now on, we will live far apart and get together indefinitely. Every day in the future, will you still remember today's hearty laughter? Do you look at this yellowed photo every sleepless night and try to trace it back to its heyday? Will you still remember that beautiful poem on the reef on that sunny afternoon? How will we feel when we meet here one day after several years? What kind of joy will it be? ……
The wind blew and the sea began to rise. Looking at the hometown of Haitian intersection, I feel homesick. The sea, relatives, classmates, old houses, and the rock that once left poems, merged into a wave, surging in my heart. My parents, too late to say goodbye to me, have hurried to heaven; The six sisters who were pure and beautiful in those days have blossomed everywhere and are about to step into the threshold of knowing their destiny; The yard full of laughter has been deserted and the weeds are sad. The reefs that left lofty sentiments poems in those years have been razed to the ground, replaced by artificial breeding ponds, and people are changing. Only the singing of seagulls can let me find many marks of that year.
"The sea is dark as black and the waves splash like snow." At this point, the sea was silent again. I listened to the sound of the waves beating on the rocks, as if I heard them whispering. This is a gentle dialogue between waves and rocks. The spray is attached to the stability and massiness of the reef, and the reef admires the lightness and beauty of the spray. Waves often set off stormy waves, which is the only way for waves to express their love for rocks. At this time, the heart can only be a flat boat, drifting in the peaks and valleys, in the peaks for a while and in the valleys for a while. In this rapid ups and downs, experience what is happiness and what is pain.
The sunset glow dyed the sky in the west red, and that ray of sunset glow sprinkled on the vast sea like a golden thread. At this point, Tom Zhang's "The Sea" came from the seaside hotel:
You slowly disappear from that distant seaside.
The blurred face gradually became clear.
I want to say something, but I don't know where to start.
Just keep it in your heart.
Walking on the beach blankly and watching the high tide.
Trying in vain to remember every spray.
I wanted to say love, but it was blown away by the wind.
Suddenly turn around and there you are.
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The wind sail in my hometown has already passed through the eyes of the rising tide. When the sea overflowed Cang Sang's face, it was the rhythm of Tang poetry and Song poetry that got wet, and only the days when one season drifted away were reserved. Things are complicated and changeable. Always inseparable from the feelings and poetry of the sea. Career, love, money, status ... When people are struggling to pursue these illusory things in this crowded city, the sea is still ebbing and flowing, and they are not tired.