-Qin Mu's "Gold Coast"
★ The wind caresses the satin chest of the sea affectionately, and the sun warms it with its own warm light, while the sea breathes like a dream under the gentle power of these caresses, filling the boiling air with evaporated salt. The pale green waves rushed to the yellow sand, splashing white foam, dissipating gently on the hot beach and wetting the beach.
-Gorky's Malva
★ In front of us is a magnificent and quiet sea, with endless blue and smooth marble. Looking around, the sea is connected with the light blue sky: ripples reflect the melting sun and present a piece of flame. The mountains in the distance are looming in the morning fog.
Lazy waves crept affectionately to their feet and licked the golden beach on the coast.
-[Su] ostrovsky, "How Steel was Tempered"
The moon rises very high. The sky and the sea are also clearer and more lovely. The breeze blew over the silver sea, bringing the fragrance of Mayflower to the surrounding islands. On the silver sea, there is a particularly bright silver belt that goes straight to the place where the moon rises, reminding people that this is a road to the moon palace. This road is like a brilliant piece of broken silver. Our ship, along this broken silver paved road, faced the moon and sped forward.
-Jun Qing's Haiyan