Go to the seaside with some close friends.
The sea breeze quietly blows our bare feet.
The gentle sea gently kissed our feet.
We ran forward hand in hand.
At this time, the dolphins began to sing and the sea breeze stopped whistling.
The beauty of the picture is somewhat unexpected.
The golden beach left us a trail of footprints.
Pick up a shell gently.
Put it gently on your ear.
He is telling us the legend that the seaside will never die.
The golden sun shines on the shoulders.
Think of that old legend
The sunshine by the sea falls on your palm.
One inch can make one wish.
Kiss the last ray of sunshine goodbye.
We laughed.
Because I found it.
The calm sea