Hai Shi is not famous.

About the sea curtain, cut one into strips. Blue stripes, I know it's the sky. Seabirds fly into the sky with a piece of blue in their hands. The seabird said, "The sky is my home, and the sea is the sky." The sun and sand are white in February and August. I dug two holes in the beach. The sky was silent, and the sea finally foamed. On the beach, I dug two holes, one to bury the sound and the other to bury the sunshine. The sky is the lid of the coffin, and seabirds fall on the edge of the coffin. The seabird said, "The sea is dead." It is my wandering dream in my life, and it is also a lifelong pain. When I miss the sea, everything becomes transparent and calm. Shells always dream that they are picking up shells by the sea. The sunset lingers on the sea; There are waterfowl playing around. The waves gently tide, chasing my footprints again and again. The kiss of the shell fell asleep round and round, and the sound of the tide wet my eyes. On the edge of dreams, people who long for the breath of the sea hum one song after another. In the days away from the sea, your color is a symbol, and your hardness is enough to make precious men kneel. You stand alone on the rocks in the sea. Reef. For the sea, you have no regrets, even if there are countless whips; You are infatuated, even if the knife cuts everywhere. But in the end, I dare not expect the care of the sea. The reef is only one meter away from the sea. You are helpless except crying deeply. Your sad memories, thousands of tears, converge into an unchanging island. Your gaze conflicts with your desire. The seawater in the chest, layers of water drops, a little resentment. In the ancient legendary sailboat, fish were caught in the net in all directions. But destined not to play all the sadness. Ainai's muffled voice beats the dream of the sea again and again, making the sea lose again and again, looking back and sighing again and again. The ship stood on the wave, the roaring sail had already been pulled down, and the rudder was sticking to its direction. What kind of heart hangs in the air and messy hair looks at everything around. Years, sailing boats have no shore. Some ups and downs, waving wildly. A timid soul can't resist. Seagulls cheered for the sea, skimming the scars more than once. Peck out ripples and swirl in the air. The cry from the heart gave the sea a solid chest. Dare not stop easily, all the storms have not been studied so far, and the heartache still blooms. Every hungry cry will awaken the desire to sleep. The wind spread its wings. The baptism of the storm, the surging of the angry sea, and the vicissitudes of life. Loneliness spreads endlessly, and poetry floats in the vast sea. The seaside is close to the beach, sitting alone at dusk. Sunset clouds filled the sky. Give up the reason and let my heart refuse to miss in the humid air. I can't help crying. On the other side of the sea, a weak, heavy, turbid voice hit me, disappeared my way and bored my way. Let distant and strange feelings be buried in the whirlpool and involved in the bottom of the sea. Hold a beach of sand and worship. At first glance, piety and despair coexist. The gesture of sand leaking through the fingers is like a deep past that escaped from the years. Falling into your footprints, the night is inevitable and the pain is inevitable. The moon is on an island surrounded by the sea, and I stand alone. Moonlight fell on my fallen body, sad eyes and pale lips. The moonlight drops slowly, and the pure voice interprets the blue mood. Away from anger and noise, only the sea gives me tolerance and washes away all my fatigue. Love is hidden in the drifting bottle. Who deliberately exiled the will? I'm still restless when I'm empty. I haven't been able to open that dusty hope for thousands of years from beginning to end. I'm afraid those pink tears will die melancholy in the moonlight. In the face of deep affection, we can only pray for the long-lost truth. In fact, I have no intention of worrying about it, as evidenced by the burning of the old moon. In znets. Facing the sea and touching the moonlight, whose oath is as warm as ever and as fresh as new? About the sea, the wind here blows my whole soul nowhere to hide, breaking into bright waves and floating into my mouth in the neon phantom, and the bitter and salty taste is fleeting. The pity of the sun scorched the skinny shoulders of the sea, and the gentle palm of the mother stroked the child who had traveled thousands of miles and whispered to sleep. The injured heartfish died at noon before sunrise and died in the lonely beach water. Foam kissed her naked body and whispered the disaster of summer. The only survivor walked across the long beach under the long moon. Pirates slaughtered shell bones on the beach after looting, and dark blue blood floated across the sea. A surviving bottle floated away, taking away the nine-character love letter of the last ferryman. A flute sounded ~ ~ ~ awakened the vast blue dream sun. The huge water body is cold. Wan Li is cloudless at this time. You've seen the sea.-Han Dong. You've seen the sea. You imagined the sea. Then you've seen it. That's it. You have seen the sea and imagined it. But you are not a sailor. That's it. You imagined the sea. You've seen the sea. Maybe you still like the sea. At most, you have seen the sea. You imagined the sea. Not willing to let the sea drown, everyone does. "Facing the sea, spring blossoms"-Haizi will be a happy person from tomorrow, feeding horses, chopping wood, traveling around the world, and caring about food and vegetables from tomorrow. I have a house facing the sea, and it will bloom in spring from tomorrow. Correspond with every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness tells me. I will tell you to give every river and mountain a warm name. Stranger, I wish you a bright future. May you have a lover and everything will be fine. May you be happy on earth. I also want to face the sea, and spring blossoms.