There is a small tin box with gold foil and jewels at the bottom of the sea. Under the gentle touch of deep blue sea water and under the cover of various shells and corals, the small box sends out a breathtaking halo from time to time.
Small conch inadvertently sneak in from time to time:
At that time, the little conch was born from its mother's stomach. It has many brothers and sisters, maybe dozens! They chase and play together, teasing the small fish, shrimp and jellyfish that walk through the water plants. That time was like the clear sea water this morning, transparent and bright.
From that day on, the little conch's eyes were attracted by another conch covered with colorful patterns. From that day on, the sky of the little conch was surrounded by an indescribable softness, and the feeling of happiness was so real. But it didn't last long. The conch with colorful patterns must return to its original place, where it still has a greater mission and destiny. The little conch was so sad that she only felt that every muscle tissue on her body was tearing and breaking, but the days had to go on day by day.
"You shoot one, I shoot one, and a child flies ..." Other brothers and sisters are enjoying themselves everywhere. But the little conch became less talkative and seldom participated in their games. Even every day, I only climb quietly on a piece of sea rock with thick moss, just looking at the flowing sea water.
If the sunset is picturesque. One conch stood next to another on the wet beach for a long time, perhaps this is their last time in this world.
The sea breeze blows gently, sailing boats and seagulls in the distance, and dark blue grass swaying gently under your feet ... the world is so beautiful! They are closer to each other.
Although the road we have traveled is plain, there is not even a ripple. However, their hands have been tightly holding each other, and no one has let go. They looked at each other deeply, and a gust of wind passed, and the beach was flat as if nothing had happened.
This is another scene in a wooden box. Little conch can really find a way. It can also sneak into the Xiao Mu box not far away.
"Little conch! Little conch! How are you getting along these days? ! "This is the voice from the sky.
Little Conch has a poem, which she got by chance in an unintentional dream. It wrote heavily on the beach with a pen, but since then, it has grown in the depths of Ran Ran's soul and bones.
The days have become smart, energetic and full of a kind of unspeakable special sweetness. Little conch loves this poem!
"Don't do anything, Wan Li, Iraqi language is terrible. Let thousands of tender feelings drift away with the fallen flowers.
Silent night, Qiu Chan said earnestly, don't complain about lovesickness! "
There was another loud noise in the sky. The little conch looked up and touched the deep sea sky where she lived. It thought, this is not a very small water tank, its name should be "here"-the little girl and the conch girl walked to the seaside, and a happy heart sail rose in their hearts. The sea is so vast. The sea water is clear and transparent, sparkling; That wave of light is like countless lights in the Crystal Palace. The sea is full of mystery. The little girl ran on the beach, leaving beautiful yellow flowers behind her. Suddenly, her foot was pricked by something. She looked down and found it was a small conch. She picked up the little conch and looked at it carefully. Hey! There are many patterns on the small conch, like many corals. She watched and imagined flying slowly to the bottom of the sea ... There was a coral island with countless flowers like corals. Their shapes are crooked and shapeless, their colors are intertwined with vines, and their luster is dazzling, just like countless gems embedded in the sea. Suddenly, the coral on the island danced like countless flowers. The little girl seems to be intoxicated with this beautiful enjoyment. Suddenly, there was a loud noise and all these coral flowers disappeared. When the little girl is smart, she seems to wake up from a dream ... She lowers her head and says to the little conch, "Did the sea wash you ashore? Do you miss your mother? Let me send you back to the sea! " The little conch nodded his head. He saw the sea breeze blowing the little girl's hair, which was more charming than the flow of clouds; He saw her eyes shining like stars in the sky. He fell in love with the little girl. The little girl climbed the rocks near Shanghai, raised her hand and gently threw the little conch into the sea. The little conch rolled a few times in the water and gradually sank to the bottom of the sea. After that, the little girl's heart was almost bound by the sea. She misses the sea and the lovely little conch every day. She dreamed-the eyes of the sea, the long hair of the waves, the face reflected by the sun; That broad and broad mind; That bright blue skirt; Loud voice ... she dreamed that a small conch was standing on the beach, slowly opening its own door and looking out with a probe! Who is he looking for? Is it looking for a little girl! On this day, the little girl came to the seaside again. The sea is full of waves, such as hordes of horses, and the foam of mercury almost splashed into the low-hanging clouds. Those tens of millions of blue flowers and silver flowers have just withered, and tens of millions have blossomed. The little girl ignored all this. She slowly waded into the sea and swam into its arms. Suddenly, the little conch got into a cabbage leaf. She said to the little girl, "Hello!" "The little girl paused when she saw the little conch, and then she said," Are you a little conch? Now that you have grown up, I can hardly recognize you ... now, I should call you big conch. ""really? " Conch said, and then said anxiously, "there will be a tsunami here, and the waves will swallow you up." Get out of here as soon as possible ... as far as possible! " "Say that finish, conch quickly left. The little girl listened to conch's advice and left the sea at once. It wasn't long before the tsunami came. At this time, the sea, like an angry lion, is surging and rushing, constantly breaking waves and mountains, roaring and shouting, and rushing to rocks and beaches as if to smash everything around to pieces ... The little girl was shocked when she saw all this on the distant mountain. If conch hadn't informed her, she would have been swallowed up by the sea. She deeply thanked conch for saving her life. A year later, the little girl came to the seaside again. Where the sky meets the sea, wisps of dark clouds are born and roam leisurely on the horizon ... It's cloudy, very cloudy. The little girl looked around. She wanted to see the conch that she missed every day again. Inadvertently, the little girl found a conch on the beach. The little girl recognized this as the shell of a conch! Ah! He is dead! Suddenly, the little girl felt as if the whole beach had sunk into a deep well. It was dark. The sun looks like wearing sunglasses, and the dark clouds seem to be crying. The beach is so quiet and sad ... The little girl's tears are dripping on the snail shell, and the snail shell suddenly glows, making her face look like silver moon. The little girl put the snail shell on her face and kissed him ... meowed, meowed, and the snail shell began to sing. This song is floating, just like the melody dancing on the piano; Like a note dripping in a wind chime; Like music jumping out of a violin. A surprised smile appeared on the little girl's tearful face. She just put the snail shell on her ear and listened carefully. Ah! This song is light and soft. The song is full of blessings; There is no pious hope. This song, with warm friendship as the rhythm; Use the color of the sea as a tune; Music and the continuation of life ... little girls feel little comfort. In an instant, the little girl's soul seemed to float from the depths of her heart to the depths of the sea ... She grew up and knew the meaning of life. ...