When people sail on the waves, the sea sings its ancient songs. Many people don't know these songs at all, but for those who hear them, the feeling is different, because the sea uses various special languages for everyone who meets head-on.
For barefoot children who are catching crabs, the green sea shows a smiling face; In front of the ship, the sea was surging with blue waves, throwing cool and salty water drops onto the deck; On the coast, thick gray waves shattered; When people's sleepy eyes looked at the broken grey waves on the shore for a long time, the long waves washed the flat beach like bright rainbows. There is a mysterious meaning in the rumble of the waves. Everyone is thinking about their own ideas and nodding affirmatively. It seems that the sea is his friend-this friend knows everything and remembers everything.
However, no one understands what the sea is to the residents by the sea-they have never talked about the sea, although they have lived in front of it all their lives. The ocean is not only their human society, but also their consultant; The ocean is both their friend and their enemy; The sea is both their workplace and their grave. Therefore, they are all silent. The attitude of the sea has changed, and so has their appearance-sometimes calm, sometimes panic, sometimes stubborn.
However, let such a seaside resident move to the mountains or an unusually wonderful canyon, and give him the best food and a very soft sleeper-he won't taste this food or sleep in this sleeper. He couldn't help climbing from one mountain to another until something familiar with blue appeared on the horizon in the distance. At that time, his heart will beat happily, and he will stare at a bright blue belt in the distance until it expands into a blue ocean.
But he didn't say a word ...