The sun sets slowly near the western hills, and the Yellow River flows into the East China Sea.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
When there is no wind at sea, the waves are calm
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
There, the sea floats in the sky, and you disappear from the world on your fragile boat.
After all, the world is just a small place.
A hundred rivers go east to the sea, when will they return to the west?
Bowing without Qilu, looking east at the sea like a cup.
The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly.
Four words to describe the beach
Blue sea, silver sand, jade chips, sparkling Mercurydust, the mainstay of lotus, endless.