Fly over the mountains, write a poem and a song, and write no less than 20 lines.

When I was a child, I used to lie at the window and think-what's that over there? My mother told me: the sea, is that the sea beyond the mountain? So, with a secret hope, one day I finally climbed to the top of the mountain, but I almost came back crying-the other side of the mountain, or the other side of the mountain, and I gave my fantasy a zero with a livid face! Mom, where is the sea? Second, beyond the mountain is the sea! Today, I didn't expect a seed floating from childhood to take root and sprout in my heart. Yes, when I climbed to the top of the mountain, I was disappointed again and again, but I regained my confidence again and again and walked forward, because I heard the sea still clamoring for me in the distance-the snow-white tide, which came here every night and moistened my withered heart again and again ... On the other side of the mountain, was it the sea? Yes! Man, please believe that after climbing countless mountains and overcoming disappointment again and again, you will eventually climb the top of such a mountain. On the other side of this mountain, the sea is a brand-new world, which instantly illuminates your eyes. ...