Between the shallow boat and the empty yellow sand,
With his heart, eyes and ears, he will hear,
Pushkin's poems are as magnificent as gold foil ... "
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Believe it or not, before I was seventeen, I grew up in Shanghai, a coastal city full of rivers and seas, and I had never seen the sea. So when I read Pushkin's poems, I can't understand the dazzling beauty, the melancholy noise, the melancholy and restlessness when the sea breeze comes to my ears.
In the summer of seventeen years, I came to Fengxian to watch the meteor shower. That night, the wind was slow and the clouds were thick, which was a big taboo for stargazing. Disappointed, I invited some friends to visit the East China Sea in Fengxian.
Walking along the dim street lamp for more than an hour, I came to the seaside. There are few lights here, so I can't see clearly. I can only see a dark blue. So I can only listen with my ears and imagine the surge of the sea. Unexpectedly, I heard nothing. Is the sea really coming? I asked people around me. His affirmative answer increased my doubts.
Is this a stagnant pool? How can this hundred rivers into the sea be so silent? How can you sit on the throne and become an unknown nobody?
I was a little disappointed when I first came into contact with the sea. In my opinion, how can the sea be so calm? My friends in the same trade probably saw my loss and agreed to come back tomorrow during the day. Maybe there will be different scenery.
After lunch the next day, the group came to the East China Sea again. Before I approached, I heard a loud noise hitting the coast. I can't help being surprised. Haven't seen you all night. Has the sea become free again? Walking along the path, the light brown sea water fell in front of me. Although it is not the blue I imagined, the East China Sea has proved its peaks and valleys to me with its own waves.
We sat on a big stone on the shore. I took off my shoes and let my feet touch the wet beach by the sea.
Suddenly, a voice came from a distance, "Goodbye, unrestrained element! Your blue waves are in front of me. For the last time, your arrogant beauty shines. "
This voice, with a strong male voice, whirled in the ear and floated gracefully on this beach with the accompaniment of the waves.
"How many times have I walked on your shore, thinking quietly and hesitating alone, full of sorrow for my long-cherished wish!"
The East China Sea may be very different from the sea in my mind, but because of this, it does not belong to a dream! Unlike Ouhai, he walked past you gracefully like a blonde. Donghai is a warrior with dreams! It is very close to the sea of Shanghai, but it has also passed on this spirit of hard work to Shanghai!
How many times, Shanghai has been lost for dreams, but disappointment is not despair. In the process of continuous self-renewal, Shanghai is changing every day, and the ever-changing new look amazes the world. Shanghai and the East China Sea have the same dream and courage!