Jinglu Whispers: Facing the Sea
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The tide of the sea surges day and night, and dreams are often overflowed by the tide.
Whose tears are so vast that they gather into the sea, and the moist heart climbs ashore from the sea, and the city by the sea is brightly lit. I wonder if there are chrysanthemums that I am familiar with under that window. Where will my heart rest tonight?
The seaside is foggy, and the smiles of flowers bloom persistently in the fog. Their beauty is always like a mirage, standing illusively on the edge of dreams. Who allows my heart to be amphibious? When I come to you with faltering steps, all the beauty has become so illusory, and the dominoes of memory will collapse one after another...
The sea ebbs again , I was swept into the sea again.
All the footprints have been erased, but the last one lives stubbornly in the memory.
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The sea breeze cannot be gentle forever.
The wind is gentle and the water is gentle, but when the wind and water talk, they often set off huge waves that reach the sky. At this time, the heart can only be like a small boat, drifting in the wave crest and wave trough, sometimes on the wave crest, and now in the wave trough. In this rapid ups and downs, I experience what is happiness and what is pain.
The beach is yellow and the sea is blue, just like the dazzling sapphires in the golden basin. This kind of beauty and wealth can only be used as scenery, and cannot be made into jewelry to wear in the heart. Savor it carefully, only Bitter.
Three
Haitao talks about his thoughts in the wind day and night. I am a fish in the sea, and I know the thoughts of the sea best.
The waves want to rush to the coast over and over again, and finally have to retreat helplessly. In this time of lining up and charging, the character is sharpened. The rocks on the seashore have also been sculpted by the years, and they have lost their edges and corners, exposing their hearts on the shore. It's not that I'm stubborn, but that I can't lose this inherent heaviness. I can't wander freely in the vast sea with you. I can only stand on the shore and shape a shape that you can understand during your visits again and again. Shaped like a heart, no one but you and me can ever understand it.
Four
I like to watch the sunset disappear on the sea at dusk.
The floating light is golden, and the sea surface is orange.
What kind of hope does that sailing ship that returns far too late carry? Did the people on the boat also see my independent figure?
The sun has disappeared and the night will fall, but the thoughts surging in the sea will not stop.
If you take ten thousand deep breaths facing the sea, you will not be able to carry all the tenderness of the sea into your heart...
A bright moon rises from the sea, like a bright lighthouse, persistent My heart is about to set sail again. I don’t know where I will wake up from my dream tonight. There is only one star in the distant sky. Will the wind on the sea be cold tonight?
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The music came from far away, scattered in the sea breeze.
The children at the beach flew the kite into the sky. The sky was as blue as the sea, and the kite was like a cheerful fish, swimming in people's sight.
The heart is like a kite. Once it flies away, you can't bring it back with just expectant eyes.
Facing the sea, my soul does not have such a strong will to swim from one shore to the other. I would rather be a weeping willow on your shore. As long as you are happy, I will dance in the sea breeze.
The sea in spring
Article/Misty rain
In March, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.
What lay before me was a vast sea. Where is the sky? Where is the sea? As far as the eye can see, the sea and sky are connected, with little sail shadows. The sky is also misty, and the sea is also misty, all shrouded in mist and rain.
The sea breeze blows on your face, wet and soft, carrying the smell of the sea, passing through the sea and walking on the beach.
Immersed in the sea in the beautiful spring light, the water has turned green, the waves have also turned green, and everything related to the sea has turned green. The sea has become the sea of ??spring.
The sea in spring is so peaceful and charming, like a beauty who has just woken up from a deep sleep. A tranquil state of mind surges out of laziness, twisting her beautiful body slowly, and looking towards the sea from time to time. One or two white waves gently blew up from the coast. The waves are very thin, very short, and very delicate. They only dance lightly on the coast for three or two minutes, and then they quietly end, letting the sea return to calm.
In the spring sea, there is no noise of summer, no stormy waves with each wave higher than the previous wave, no dark clouds, thunder and lightning exploding on the sea surface, just quietly enjoying all the gifts of spring, and While enjoying it, it is giving birth to more lives and sowing more hope.
The sea in spring is far away from the depth and blue of autumn. It lacks the splendor of the morning sun and sunset glowing red on the sea. It also lacks the figures of fishermen driving wooden sailboats busy on the sea. It also lacks the moonlight. The crows of the falling crows and the sound of the waves still sound, and the fishermen sing late. I just quietly listen to the passing birdsong, and quietly compose an ode to the beauty of spring and autumn.
The sea in spring has nothing to do with the stability and dignity of winter, the bone-piercing sea breeze, and the white snowflakes. It just quietly transforms the stability and dignity of winter into a beautiful and peaceful way. It will be a good year for spring flowers to bloom and good weather.
The sea in spring is a sea containing the rhythm of life.
A series of leisurely fishing boats are moored in the shallow bay, just waiting for the arrival of the sea waves to hit the shore, and then set sail.
The sea in spring is as calm as a mirror. Through the sea surface, I seemed to see the green sea water becoming transparent, the seabed was colorful, and fish of different sizes were swimming around the rocks in groups, enjoying themselves leisurely. The lingering water plants stretch out their slender and green arms, lingering on some beautiful corals, stretching and swaying with the rhythm of the sea.
The spring rain suddenly fell from the sky, like catkins and snowflakes, dancing and dancing all the way to the spring sea. At that moment, I seemed to hear the spring rain singing happily in the embrace of the sea.
A few seagulls fluttered their light wings, riding the warm spring breeze, cutting off the strands of the spring rain one by one, and soaring over the calm sea.
On the beach, the wreckage of a wooden boat loomed on the beach. Most of the ship was buried in the white sand, but the bow and the outline of the ship were faintly visible. Although the wooden boat was swallowed by the sand, its soul is still there, and the bow is still facing the spring sea. Not far from the wooden boat, there is a thick brick wall. The bottom of the brick wall is covered with green moss and covered with overlapping small shells. It turned out that this was an old abandoned pier. The pier was very narrow and a section that stood upright in the sea collapsed. The bricks and stones scattered in the sea are silent in front of the spring sea, full of vicissitudes and rich history.
In front of the spring sea, I no longer need to walk into her arms, and I no longer need to use clean sea water to wash away the tiredness of my soul. My mind has been broadened. The sea of ??spring has sown countless seeds of hope in my heart.
I will be like the sea in spring, quietly waiting for the arrival of beauty.
The sea
The ship moves slowly, and the sky moves with it. At this time, I really have some understanding of the word "broad sea and sky".
The wind blew in my face, refreshing my heart, cooling me down, taking away the heat of the scorching summer. The sea water rolled up layers of waves, and the waves were like happy children chasing each other, enjoying themselves on the vast sea. The wind brought a lot of dust and dirt from afar and scattered it wantonly on the sea surface. The waves rolled them up and magically changed their appearance, while maintaining their blue color, beauty and cleanliness. .
Piles of slag often float on the sea, and the sea quietly swallows it up without making any sound. It still makes slight waves, smiling at everything that comes. Sitting on the ship is like passing over the head of the sea. The sea water lifts us high and carries us happily from one journey to another. When we look back, we immediately straighten our hair that was messed up by the ship. It goes on smoothly and leaves no trace. Quietly looking at the sky.
Hundreds of rivers rush towards the sea, and the sea welcomes them happily, holding their hands, and happily runs towards the vast center. The river immediately has a broad heart in the sea. The trickling stream wants to be a member of the sea day and night, so it keeps running towards the sea all its life. It is the infinite breadth of the sea that attracts people and makes the stream so persistent.
The sea has endured all kinds of blows, endured countless ups and downs, and experienced many historical changes, but it has not left any traces of history or the footprints of a single person. It has been passed down from generation to generation. It remains unchanged year after year, maintaining its own appearance, adhering to its own principles, accepting the ever-changing changes and everything in the world with a vast mind, looking at the warmth and coldness of the world with the same eyes, and walking through the spring with the same steps. Summer, autumn and winter.
When passing by the sea, I looked at the place where the sea water meets the sky. Look, the sky is so low and the water is so blue. The blue sea water is rippling in my heart, and my heartbeat is slow and leisurely. , there is an indescribable feeling of comfort, my heart is like a cloudless sky, wider and quieter, and I gradually feel how good it is to live.
Coming from the sea to the land, I saw that the people walking across the street were so kind and friendly. In the fried pancakes on the roadside, the yellow pancakes were dancing, exuding bursts of fragrance, and the vegetable farmers were stacking them. The boxes of vegetables on the roadside are green and green, with water drops rolling on the leaves. They are full of fresh vitality. Everything in the world is so meaningful.
The vast sea is really charming. Tolerance is the mind of the sea, the spirit of the sea, and the soul of the sea. It has accepted many ups and downs in the world, it has washed away all the dust and dirt that wanted to corrode her, and it has always used a flat mirror to face the ever-changing sky every day.
There are often many dissatisfactions in life. In fact, all dissatisfaction is like drifting objects on the sea. Accept it, accommodate it, and engulf it. If you can tolerate everything, everything will change, everything will calm down, and everything will pass.
Why should life be too demanding? If you cherish what you have in front of you, what you have in front of you will become a kind of enjoyment. If you forgive your mistakes, they will not come back and take you away. If you forgive others, you will also forgive yourself.
If people always smile at life, life will always smile at you. After returning from the sea, the vastness of the sea often flashes in my mind. Facing the sea, my frown slowly disappears.