Alexander Kieran
In the world, the most magnificent is the sea, and the most patient is the sea. The sea is like a tame elephant, carrying people who know nothing about the earth on its broad back, while the vast and deep green sea water is devouring all disasters on the earth. If the sea is cunning, it is not true, because it never promises anything. Its huge heart is the only healthy heart in the suffering world. It has neither any extravagant hopes nor any nostalgia, and always beats calmly and freely.
When people sail on the waves, the sea sings its ancient songs. Many people don't know these songs at all, but for those who hear them, the feeling is different, because the sea uses various special languages for everyone who meets head-on.
For barefoot children who are catching crabs, the green sea shows a smiling face; In front of the ship, the sea was surging with blue waves, throwing cool and salty water drops onto the deck; On the coast, thick gray waves shattered; When people's sleepy eyes looked at the broken grey waves on the shore for a long time, the long waves washed the flat beach like bright rainbows. There is a mysterious meaning in the rumble of the waves. Everyone is thinking about their own ideas and nodding affirmatively. It seems that the sea is his friend-this friend knows everything and remembers everything.
However, no one understands what the sea is to the residents by the sea-they have never talked about the sea, although they have lived in front of it all their lives. The ocean is not only their human society, but also their consultant; The ocean is both their friend and their enemy; The sea is both their workplace and their grave. Therefore, they are all silent. The attitude of the sea has changed, and so has their appearance-sometimes calm, sometimes panic, sometimes stubborn.
However, let such a seaside resident move to the mountains or an unusually wonderful canyon and give him the best food and a very soft sleeper-he won't taste this food or sleep in this sleeper. He couldn't help climbing from one mountain to another until something familiar with blue appeared on the horizon in the distance. At that time, his heart will beat happily, and he will stare at a bright blue belt in the distance until it expands into a blue ocean.
But he didn't say a word ...
sunrise on the sea
Dev Lu Hua (1868— 1927) is a Japanese writer.
The sound of the waves shaking the pillow woke me up from my dream, and then I got up and opened the door. It's the early morning of Meiji 2009 1 1 April 4, and I'm above Shuiming Building and the Pacific Ocean is downstairs.
After four in the morning, the sea is still dark. Only rough waves. Looking east, a fish-belly grey was revealed along the horizontal line. Above is the blue sky, with a golden bow-shaped moon, bright and elegant, as if guarding Japan. A black dog barks at the left head. The rotating lights on the lighthouse at the tip of the headland keep drawing white rings between the land and the sea.
After a while, the breeze blew and the cold wind swept the blue-black sea. The night begins in the east. Twilight morning light, stepping on blue and white waves from far and near. The waves beat against the black rocky coast and became clearer and clearer. Looking up, I don't know when Xiao Yue changed from a golden bow to a silver bow. The misty oriental sky was dyed with clear yellow for the second time. Silvery waves and dark valleys disappeared into the vast sea. Night dreams are still wandering on the sea, and the eastern sky has opened its eyes. The Pacific night is about to disappear.
The dawn at this time is like a blooming flower, like a scattered water wave. The sky and the sea are bright, the sea is gradually turning white, and the eastern sky is becoming more and more yellow. Abortion and the lighthouse naturally dimmed, and finally they could not be found. At this time, a group of migratory birds swept across the sea like messengers of the sun. All the waves are looking forward to the east, making a sound of expectation-invisible sounds are everywhere.
Five minutes have passed, 1 10 minutes have passed. Watching the east shine with golden light. Suddenly, a little scarlet appeared on the seaside, so fast that people couldn't think it was sunrise. Holding his breath, in an instant, Poseidon raised his arms high. I saw that the red dot surfaced and gradually turned into gold thread, gold comb and gold hoof. Then, shake it immediately and throw off the water. The red sun goes out to sea, the glow is everywhere, the morning glow is colorful, and thousands of miles of gold are melted. Above the ocean, the long snake flies directly to the fundus. The rocky coast in front of us suddenly rolled up golden snow waves more than two feet high.
The sea rises and the moon rises.
Ba Jin
There was silence all around. The sun also gathered its last light. I began to feel cool in the hot air. The breeze swept over the smoke waves. The boat swims like a big fish in the sea of Wang Yang. Suddenly, a full moon rises from the sea like a big red and yellow mirror. At this time, there is no radiant light to protect. It is just a bright mirror, and there is no dazzling brilliance. But a corner of the sky was dyed apricot red by it. Look! What a beautiful picture God has drawn! It gives people an impression that exceeds all the masterpieces between people.
The bigger the mirror rises, the smaller it becomes, and the lighter the red color becomes. Soon it will be a half-day bright moon. At this time, there is an endless blue sky above and an endless blue sea below. Our boat is really a drop in the ocean. Needless to say, the moon hanging in the sky is the same month after month and year after year. And we, tourists, are just temporary passers-by on this sea.
Being friends with the evening breeze and the bright moon is beyond words. But the only people who can really make friends with the evening breeze and bright moon are those who take the sea as their home! Although I can't call the sea my home, it is also a blessing to be a passer-by at sea.
I have seen the bright moon on the sea several times since I got on the boat. The most unforgettable thing is the recent night. We were walking on the deck after lunch when we suddenly saw a red light hanging on the stone wall in the distance. This red light is not on. Later, the boat went for a long time, and the lamp on the stone wall was still in its place. Didn't the boat leave? But we can clearly see the ship moving. Later, the mystery was finally solved. The red light grew up and became a round mirror with a black belt around her waist. It kept rising and broke through the dark clouds for half a day. All I know is that this is a bright moon. I thought the stone walls were layers of dark clouds.