Years have buried my childhood dreams like ever-increasing soil; Fantasy elves have put down their flying wings. Life is an endless road. I walk, walk, keep walking. When I am tired and slack, when I stop to rest, the remains of my memory seem to be full of flesh and blood, knocking on the door of the grave of years, leading me to relive my lost dreams, arousing my deep affection for the sea and urging me to sail out to sea.
I marvel at the majesty of the Yellow River and the Yangtze River. I praised the beauty of Emei's dew. Nine holes in Dongting, three holes in Taidai, Zhao Wei in Qin Jin, Weiyang in Suzhou and Hangzhou ... I am proud, fascinated and full of pride. Oh, sea, what are you? You are the lamp that will never go out in my heart. Only you can perfectly embody the majestic, profound, broad, generous, free, vivid and harmonious realm I yearn for?
I crossed many swift rivers, steep mountains, secluded villages and vast wasteland, and finally came to the sea. Facing the rising sun, I stood on the beach after the spring tide, covered with mud and dew at dawn, enjoying the unparalleled beauty of the sea.
Oh, sea, how vast you are. Didn't the Himalayas, which dominate the earth, grow in your arms? Which son is it? How much strength do you have, how many miracles do you create, and how much capacity does your mind have? In front of the boundless sea, man and nature blend, all thoughts are silent, the spirit is liberated, purified and sublimated. Here, we can't hear the screams of war horses, and there is no glory of warriors. Only the blue sea beats against the rocks, arousing white waves and making a moving sound.
I, a long-distance traveler, with countless people pursuing the sea, flocked to the sea under the sun. This is the ocean of joy, this is the joy of the ocean, and this is a gift from nature. Being close to the sea is so cheerful, positive, optimistic, open-minded, cheerful and natural. The vitality and beauty that people should have are stripped of affectation, affectation, pressure, restraint and vanity, and exposed so fully and vividly. People are more like a person.
As the sun sets, tourists are getting thinner. I stood alone on the rock, and the rhythmic breathing of the sea made me hear more clearly. Some of Hite's poems are more poetic, which makes me ecstatic. Sunset reflects the footsteps of pedestrians, lovers depend on each other, leaving a bunker of love, sparkling shells shining with colorful colors, and green algae looking forward to the information of the tide. ...
Oh, the sea, you are not in imaginary outer space, you are on this side of the sky, you are with people, you are with me!
The vast night shrouded the sea, and my thoughts churned like sea water, having a spiritual dialogue with the sea.
Oh, sea, isn't your swaying sea the cradle of life? Hundreds of millions of years ago, those bacteria, fish, insects and wild animals who constantly pursued, explored and advanced formed a mighty army, bravely got rid of the shackles of seawater, climbed onto the land and created new life. How many failures, how many sacrifices, how many pains, how many twists and turns, won the freedom to breathe, won the freedom to crawl, won the freedom to grow between heaven and earth. The silent primitive continent played a cheerful symphony of life, which was a magnificent scene in the history of the earth's development. Those biological fossils that have seen the light of day are monuments to record the great achievements of exploration and tragic epics dedicated to the latecomers!
Yes, we humans are just one of the people who came ashore from the vast sea, the most heroic explorers, the most fearless fighters and the most successful winners. Aren't the ancestors of our ancestors the same kind who competed with fish for food and play? But they are not satisfied with the existing food and clothing, pursue a better future, dare to challenge things that hinder their progress, and have the character of a flowing sea that breeds them. They changed from fish to animals, and from animals to people! Oh, sea, you are a great witness of human development.
How many earth-shattering events have happened around you; Spartak held high the banner of the uprising at Mount Vesuvius in tyrrhenian sea, which shocked the rule of Roman slave owners. On the Adriatic coast, the giants of Renaissance were born, feudal theology was beaten out of the water, and bourgeois humanism won an amazing victory. The first shot of the American Revolutionary War was fired in Lexington, Boston, in the Atlantic Ocean. Marseille volunteers in the Mediterranean sang marches, the French people fought bravely, and Louis XVI was guillotined; Marx and Engels, the greatest geniuses of mankind, crossed the English Channel and drafted the epoch-making Manifesto of the Producer Party in London, declaring that "modern bourgeois ownership will inevitably perish"; In Petrograd, on the Baltic coast, the salute of the cruiser Aphrodite sounded, opening a new era for mankind; The great China Producer Party was born in Shanghai on the coast of the East China Sea. It led the heroic struggle of the people of China and raised a five-star red flag in Tiananmen Square. ...
Oh, sea, aren't you the embodiment of a long history, the symbol of people's strength and the embodiment of beauty? Oh, the ocean of history, the ocean of people, the ocean of beauty …
I looked at the vast sea, and the sea and sky met in the distance. Not only the trickle of the Milky Way flows into the sea, but also the waves of the sea flood into the rivers of heaven.
The beacon lights flashed into the eyes of the sea, and I deeply wished the ship to sail safely into the port on the other side.
The waves are pounding, churning and growling. ...
At this time, the sea was excited, like a giant standing between heaven and earth, sacred and majestic. I heard a loud voice: "This is just the tip of the ocean. The wider sea is still ahead. Now is not the time for human beings to sing hymns. Advance, advance, and welcome the arrival of a new wave! "
I looked at the beautiful starry sky again, as if I had returned to my childhood. When I get to the sky crossed by the Milky Way, I will be sure to lead to the wonderful open sea.
Oh, the sea. Oh, the sea ...
What a coincidence! I have this book at hand, hehe. ...