Maritime prose

How much do people know about the ocean? How much do people know about the mysteries of the ocean? There is a mystery in the sea that we can't dig out-cuteness. Mysteries are often hidden behind the sea, and at night, it is the best time for sea mysteries to appear. The sunset on the western hills and the sparkling waves on the sea separated the lovely side of the sea. Under the reflection of the sunset glow, the pearl-like waves drive the boat, floating around there, roaming carefree and living happily. At night, there are few people by the sea. At this time, the lovely side of the sea is more vivid and unreserved. Layer after layer of waves slowly approached the shore in the middle of the sea, making a "rustling" sound. In the dark sky, there are a few shiny little stars, blinking naughty eyes constantly, as if they want to sleep, but they can't. Looking up at the twinkling stars, the sea gently counted: "One, two, three. . . . . "Gradually, gradually, the sea fell asleep. Layers of waves sound like a sleeping song, which makes people sleepy. Rock, sand, sky. . . . . . . Even those little stars closed their eyes. Everything, everything seems to be asleep. The moving ship floated slowly, not daring to disturb the calm sea. The sun has risen, and after a night's rest, the sea looks particularly energetic. Layers of waves keep coming in, like a lively child playing with water. Seen from Dongshan Mountain, the early morning sun shines obliquely on the sea, and countless dazzling diamonds roll in the sea. It's too beautiful to describe. The waves drive everything floating on the water as if they were their own toys. Occasionally, one or two naughty children rushed to the shore together, shouting "go, go", like enemies. This sound spread all over the ocean world. The sea flooded the rocks as if children were sitting on them. They kicked the sea with their hands and feet, making a sound of "Xi Xi Ha ha". From these voices, we can hear how happy the children are! The sea, a fickle child, is a familiar but strange friend.

At the weekend, I came to the seaside again.

The weather is really nice. The sky is blue and pure as water, and the sea is even more intoxicating, revealing the unique green of summer. Under the sunlight, the nearby sea water is sparkling and the distance is hazy. A white boat with white sails came from a distance, and the boat was particularly charming against the blue sea. Suddenly, I thought I had entered the fairy tale world, and I was looking forward to a ship carrying me to my dream paradise. ...

Today, the sea is at high tide, leaving only a few beaches by the sea, which makes people playing by the sea feel crowded. It's the weekend, and it's a rare fine weather. There are many tourists by the sea. People who fly kites are the most lively.

There is no wind, no waves, and a breeze. The waves hit the rocks and the coast, making a deafening sound.

I breathe the intoxicating breath of the sea and have a spiritual dialogue with it. A pleasant wind is blowing from the sea. Seeing the waves of the sea put away my inner irritability, and a quiet, deep and clear blue came to my face. The blue sea, quiet and deep dreams, like the waves splashed by fish, filled my heart bit by bit.

Facing you, my beloved sea, I want to pour out this deep tenderness. This deep feeling, as fierce as waves, attacks me, chases me and pesters me; Like the ebb and flow of the tide in the sea, how can you tell endless voices? Only when I face you can my swollen heart gradually calm down.

The cool sea breeze slowly passed by, and a blue poem floated in the sea breeze. I picked up these poems word by word and recited them line by line. Then put it on the night after the full moon and taste it slowly. ...

I am walking on the beach, and the sea and sky are so broad and blue! The sea is salty and bitter, like tears. But it does not flow, it is silent, only let you feel its surging and surging silently, let you appreciate its broad feelings. That's something you will never forget.

The feeling of the sea is beyond your imagination-if you have never seen the sea. It dissolves everything in heaven and earth, and it is a trickle of rivers; Its waves beat gold and sand, snow splashed rocks, stormy waves beat the shore, ebb and flow, making you feel its ever-changing changes and its unfathomable majesty, showing unparalleled heroism; It is the deepest language in the vast land and the most heroic poem in the vast world!

Have you ever seen the South China Sea? Silver beaches and endless sea and sky? There are pearl-like islands scattered there, as well as lighthouses and soldiers who guard the coastline day and night to defend the security of the motherland. They are the soul of the ocean and the richest embodiment of the ocean spirit. On the boulder at the ends of the earth, eternal historical poems are engraved. ...

The world is very big, no matter how big it is, there must be a sea waiting for me to approach.

The blue sky is reflected on the sea, and the sea becomes charming blue. In other words, the blue sea water, because of the refraction of sunlight, makes the sky appear beautiful blue. They don't want to be separated from each other.

The wind blows from the sea, stirring up layers of spray, and the top of the spray is covered with white foam, just like the ice cream on the cake, which is cool and refreshing. The waves have gradually become soft and lovely when they reach the shore, like a tired child, squatting at his mother's feet, closing his eyes for a nap, and then continuing his stubbornness.

The ocean containing hundreds of rivers is complete. The sea is deep, solemn and magnificent. The sea, from the sky to the soul, is broad-minded, silent, profound, magnificent, tolerant of what the world can't tolerate, accepts what the world can't accept, gathers the aura of heaven and earth, and gathers all the little things in the world. Once it is the sea, it will never be exhausted!

Clear streams, deep lakes and long rivers condense into an extraordinary sea; The gentleness of the stream, the tranquility of the lake and the noise of the river converge into a humiliating ocean. No matter how strong the wind is and how high the waves are, a fallen leaf can have a quiet place in its arms. No matter how wide and deep the sea is, you will never forget awe when you appreciate it. You can merge with it or fight against it, and it won't change because of you.

Imagination belongs to silence, yearning ends in awe, dedication begins with passion, and acquisition ends in silence. The beauty of the process can only be felt if you devote yourself wholeheartedly.

Starting, looking, looking all the way, there is a sea waiting for me to invest.