Author: Wang Guangjing
The waves are vast. Looking out
Seabirds fly in a wind-shearing manner. And its chirping
travels far through time and space with the pattern of Tai Chi.
Everything is surging.
The gleaming waves of fish scales, including clouds and waves, and
the splashing water on the reef, pour into the veins.
Like the wind reciting poems that are higher than the waves, sparkling and shy.
A pool of deep eyes, a lotus.
Blooming in the eternal kingdom of heaven, and in the posture of a water snake,
reaches the depths of the water and listens to the devout prayers of the dead.
A drop of water, a life.
Noah’s Ark has drifted away, and a thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye.
The sea water gradually covered my eyes and disappeared into nothingness.
It’s like looking at the distant figure of my mother in my hometown.
To exist means to endure.
Walking on the exposed beach, suddenly looking back,
The sea is playing the roar of the waves with majestic music.