The round sky covers the sea,
Black water holds the boat.
You can't see the mountains from a distance,
There were only clouds that day.
I can't see the trees,
There are only seagulls on the water.
That's Africa,
That's Europe,
My beautiful and dear hometown
But behind my head!
Afraid of turning back, afraid of turning back,
A gust of wind,
Snow waves on the bow.
Sounds like,
Blow away the fog and sadness of the day
PS: The poem Crossing the Indian Ocean was written by Mr. Zhou Taixuan when he went to study in the French Indian Ocean. Published in Youth Chinese 19 19, signed by Wu Zhou.