The second sentence: On the soft beach, the sea has gently smoothed my footprints. Listening to the sound of the waves beating on the reef, I was thinking: although the reef is as hard as iron and beaten black and blue by the waves, it still holds its head high. Although the waves are tenacious and staggered by rocks, they are still so calm and confident. This, and why? No one can explain, is this the rhyme of the sea? This is the soul of the sea?
The third sentence: the first feeling of going to the island is that the sea breeze blows and brings fishy smell. The hot and humid wind blows, and the bare skin looks like a layer of oil, which is definitely a fresh feeling for us who have been in the mainland for a long time. If the sea is a sleeping girl at the moment, who is her dream girl? Who made her smile so sweetly? Who makes her worry day and night, through the cycle of years?
The fourth sentence: It may be cloudy, and the whole island looks mysterious and solemn under layers of mist. The sea breeze is like a girl's soft little hand, gently caressing her shy cheek and welcoming our strange guests.
The fifth sentence: At this time, the sky is not very bright, and the sea is vast and gentle, like a beautiful sleeping girl with a mask on her face. Isn't the rhythmic sound of the waves lapping on the beach the gentle or even nasal snoring she made in her deep sleep? Isn't every spray a beautiful smile she shows in her sleep? It is said that sweet dreams are easy to wake up. Can the birds in the tree sing softly? Don't wake her!
The sixth sentence: the soft beach is the footprint you step on. Looking back, you will leave a series of footprints, some deep, some shallow, some straight and some curved. Looking back, the waves smooth the beach, leaving no trace, still. In fact, the road of life is so tortuous, bumpy, deep and shallow. In any case, time will eventually smooth it out. As long as you walk safely, why care which foot is deep and which foot is shallow? This is a passer-by, a lover's life, ruthless years, and how much life after the storm? How much generosity no longer exists?
Sentence 7: I have been there before. Sea, island. Just because it is magnificent and gentle; Just because of the endless beach, salty sea breeze, the continuous sound of the waves, and the blue that is haunted by dreams. This is the nanji island on the east coast of Zhejiang. It is embedded in the middle of the sea, just like jade. The island is named because it looks like a muntjac. It is the only national marine nature reserve in China. At that time, there were no tourists on the island, and there were no fishing sails on the sea, maintaining the original charm of the island. Although many years have passed, I have never lost it in my memory; MUBI, often dragging me there.
Eighth sentence: facing the sea, looking at the sky and the sky, the afterglow of the sunset, watching the foaming waves push to the beach, row after row, endless. At this time, you will feel the smallness of people and the greatness of nature. After swimming for half an hour, there was a row of seafood stalls on the shore. As a regular customer, the proprietress just gave the order and went to prepare the latest seafood. At this time, you can lie on the bamboo chair, smoke a cigarette, close your eyes and enjoy the wind by the sea, listen to the sound of the waves beating on the beach, and listen to the frolicking sound of people on the beach, almost falling asleep. . .
The ninth sentence: Sabai Island is small, less than one square kilometer, but the island is towering with dense trees and rich vegetation. The hut where we live is irregularly located among the trees. The roof of the hut rises high, typical Sumatra style; Doors and windows absorb the charm of China classical architecture Xiao Xuan window; The pavilion in front of the door is a common building in Southeast Asia. There are two huts, each of which is only a dozen meters apart. They are connected by a path paved with white sea sand. The path twists and turns in the Woods, making it even more winding and secluded. Birds sing in the Woods and get up earlier than me. I just don't understand. Are they talking by themselves? Or say hello to me?
Sentence 10: It's almost 5: 30, and an orange rosy cloud appears at the junction of the sea and the sky. I know the sun is coming out soon, so I keep an eye on it. Although I have read "Sunrise at Sea" by Ba Jin, I have experienced the charm of sunrise at sea. "In a flash, this crimson round thing suddenly shines brightly, making people's eyes ache, and the clouds next to it suddenly become dazzling. But the opportunity to experience the sunrise at sea on the island has never been fault-tolerant!
Sentence 1 1: At 5 o'clock in the morning, the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the light fog on the sea has already dispersed, making it more spectacular and flexible. The sound of waves lapping on the beach is obviously an invitation from the sea. I should walk on the beach and watch the sun go down. Don't live up to this morning on the island.
Sentence 12: So, I drifted in the sound of the waves, and the sea accepted my crying with tolerance. The waves swayed and gently washed up on the golden beach until the bloody sunset approached. It suddenly occurred to me that tomorrow, should I start with this lifelong inspiration ... Ah, dream back to the sea, dream back to the island, dream back to the eternal blue that affects my heart and soul!
The sun finally jumped out of the sea completely. I have no intention to care about the clouds in the sky, but under the sunlight, the blue sea suddenly shines with golden and blue waves, which is very spectacular. I marvel at the wonderful shadows and magnificence of nature.
Sentence 14: Walking by the sea is like falling into an eternal mystery. I ask myself from time to time, how long is a person's life? How long is sadness? Isn't fame and fortune a thing of the past? But will the rocks on this island rot even if they are washed away and rounded by the waves? What about this sea? Will it dry up, too In the face of the mysterious sea, many words are beyond my control. So, I told myself that the sea can't be described in words, let alone expressed in words! Its rhythm can only be felt with your heart. So, I turned my eyes to that magical moment and let my thoughts wake up in unconscious understanding.
Sentence 15: Sitting on the pavilion in front of the cabin, facing the sea and sea breeze of Xu Lai, I feel relaxed and happy. Here, I feel the vastness of the sea, and I have long forgotten the narrowness, crowding and noise of the city in the past, forgotten the wandering time, and forgotten the years of stealing the New Year.
Sentence 16: The clear water is surprisingly blue, and walking on the golden beach is like a gentle kiss; The sand wet by the sea is singing beautifully on the coast. I came here with an exploratory heart on a wave-breaking airship ..... Although the island is small, the artistic conception in front of me is endless. Gentle waves beat gently at your feet, lingering like a kiss; The sound of distant waves beating on the rocks broke the silence of the seaside and drowned the listener's past. Walking barefoot silently on the soft beach, feeling the kiss of the waves with your heart, let your thoughts fly with the sea breeze and go away. ......