Come to the Yellow Sea, it is dusk. Colleagues in the same direction blurted out:
"to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night!"
However, I don't think so. The beautiful sunset at dusk will be accompanied by colorful moonlight.
Mid-Autumn Festival, the glory of autumn and the depth of winter hang over the Yellow Sea at the same time.
One-meter-high three-stare blankly grass shows great vitality, and gently floating reeds are blowing green songs against the moving purple flowers on the river bank.
Surrounded by dense reeds, geese flock one after another, if there is any indication.
It is said that this is the resting place of the beautiful red-crowned crane.
Autumn came, they came back, and the Yellow Sea looked warm and affectionate, kissing these returning wanderers.
A wanderer, like seeing his long-lost mother, fluttered in the sky, shouted in the Yellow Sea and sang an untitled poem.
Soon dusk arrival, take a walk on the beach, then sit down on a beach and wait for the moonlight to visit the Yellow Sea slowly.
However, due to the fog on the sea, the hazy moonlight is presented to the tourists.
The locals say that if it is midsummer, it is an ideal time to enjoy the moon. Even if there is fog on the sea, it is mostly in groups or pieces, or staying on the sea surface or around the shore.
As long as there is no cloud on the sea, when moonlight floats on the sea, you will naturally see patches of fog close to the sea in the distance.
The boat is half hidden, drawing a strange and spectacular picture of fishermen at sea in front of your eyes.
When you look closely and see the faint light in the fog, the landscape of "fairyland on earth" will be displayed before your eyes.
Autumn is the harvest season and the coast is golden.
At this time, the sky, the sea and the clouds are faintly visible, and the moonlight is bright and shining. Moonlight pours down from top to bottom, just like during the day.
Walking on the beach in the Yellow Sea, the sea breeze is fluttering, giving people an indescribable freshness.
The waves and moonlight blend together, and a golden color appears in front of you.
Against the background of moonlight, the sound of waves and planes is playing a symphony of night at sea, which is dedicated to the tourists who enjoy the moon.
According to an old man by the Yellow Sea, the moonlight in the Yellow Sea has a special taste in winter. Although few people appreciate it, the beauty of "Cold Light in Leng Yue" is a unique scenery on a moonlit night in winter.
Therefore, there is a local ballad:
The moonlight in the Yellow Sea is summer and autumn, and the foggy moon is unpredictable.
Just sew the moon and night, and take the lead when you are drunk.
At this time, colleagues have just appreciated the charm of dusk moonlight.
It seems that dusk has come, but there is soft moonlight, which brings people beautiful enjoyment.
Why hasn't the ocean of life been like this?
Oh, unforgettable yellow sea moonlight!
Prose 2 "Love in the Yellow Sea"
After noon, my cousin accompanied me to see the sea.
In the distance, you can see a blue satin sea lying on the golden coast.
Jumping out of the car, taking off my shoes and socks, stepping on the wet and soft beach, pouncing on the edge of blue satin, letting white foam water lick my bare feet and calves, as if I was lying in my mother's warm arms and being caressed when I was a child.
I was as drunk as beer, just staring at the endless sea for a long time.
The Yellow Sea in late spring contains all the tranquility, profundity and mystery. Seabirds stir their slender silver wings, chasing white waves that appear and disappear from far and near, like jumping pearls, abbreviations the richness of the sea.
In the shallow sea, several reefs are playing with light waves stiffly and tenaciously, just standing upright, which is a group sculpture of the indomitable character of the sea.
A cargo ship roared eastward and reached the junction of water and sky, as if motionless embedded in the light gray sky, waiting for a ladder to fall from the sky, climb the sky and roam the sky.
The breeze brings a hint of wet and salty sea water, which reminds people of the fairy tales of Dragon Palace, Dragon Lady and Siren. Even if I searched all the stories of my childhood, I could not fill in the endless Wang Yang in this field of vision. ...
"Look, flying fish!" The shouts woke me up, and I turned around. A dozen silver arrows were shot out of the sea one after another at the right. After flying a few meters high, they disappeared one by one, bounced up and disappeared again.
My cousin stood on the smooth stone, flushed with excitement, waving thick arms and shouting. I returned to the beach and looked at him with a childish face. I can't help feeling pity.
My cousin is almost 30 years old. In his early years, in order to make a living, he cultivated several acres of fertile land at the foot of four mountains with his elderly uncle. "In the morning, I was destroyed. I took the lotus home." Youth passed unconsciously in the bitter days of eating sweet potato powder and dried sweet potatoes.
Occasionally, I climbed the high Mount Everest and overlooked the Yellow Sea, daydreaming at will, but I never had time to play with the sea. By the time he got married and had children, the debt of marriage and three children born side by side almost overwhelmed his bronze spine.
After the Third Plenary Session of the Eleventh Central Committee, Chunfeng Party's policy of enriching the people also spread to this small mountain village on the coast of the Yellow Sea. In just a few years, he resolutely abandoned agriculture and went into business. In fact, he became a little rich, bought a rubber-tyred car and built five new houses of masonry structure. Every night, he eats fresh shrimp and fat crabs, sips in vain, breathes alcohol and satisfaction.
Although he often drives on the newly-built coastal highway in recent years, he never stops at the beach station more than 30 miles from home. This time, if I hadn't encouraged him as a distant guest, he would never have turned the steering wheel to the Yellow Sea.
Cousin proudly opened the plastic bag in his hand. There were more than a dozen transparent small fish with mottled spots swimming around, as well as a few taupe crabs, a prawn and several shells.
The wet beach was covered with criss-crossing claw marks and small holes. From time to time, a few small crabs run rampant, and it is very tricky to drill from one small hole to another.
It is conceivable that my cousin must have had a "struggle" to catch this little guy, as evidenced by the sand all over his body.
He held a plastic bag like a child who got a satisfactory toy, and his careful appearance made me angry.
I also noticed that the clear seawater remained in clusters of rocky depressions covered with oysters, swimming around in plastic bags, and there were all kinds of small fish.
As it happens, a fist-sized crab curled up leisurely and caught it effortlessly. Although his hand hurt his crab pliers, the sharp oyster shell left several blood spots.
But it is also quite comforting to see my cousin's cheerful.
The tide is rising. The sea has become restless, expanding and surging, making a louder and louder roar. In an instant, the beach where we stopped was swallowed up, and large lead clouds rolled from the horizon.
We climbed up the bank in a hurry, only to see that the raging sea water had jumped under our feet, the reef had disappeared, and the whole sea surface was like a pot of boiling water, stirring a terrible surge.
It happened that at this time, several motorized sailboats tied long chains and carried fearless surfers to the deep sea to catch the fishermen's harvest.
Cousin leaned against the stone fence, his square face was wrinkled prematurely, and he had a pair of small eyes, as if to extend the light of the same color as the sea to the other side of the sea. His eyes are full of excitement, longing and the firm belief of farmers in the old areas in the future.
Following this gaze, in the hazy sea and sky, I clearly see that the sea portal has been opened, and it is not just salty sea water that is tumbling.
It was the torrent of reform and opening up, rich, happy and powerful, which swallowed up ignorance, ignorance and poverty and irrigated the spring of a great country.