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Tom Chang in The Sea, May in Listening to the Sea, Hemingway in The Old Man and the Sea, Huang Lei in I Think I am the Sea, and Han Hong in Na Pianhai. "Facing the sea, spring blossoms"-Haizi will be a happy person from tomorrow, feeding horses, chopping wood and traveling around the world. From tomorrow on, I will care about food and vegetables. I have a house facing the sea in spring. From tomorrow on, I will write to every relative and tell them my happiness. The lightning of happiness tells me that I will tell everyone to give every river and mountain a warm name, stranger. I also wish you a bright future, wish you all the best, wish you happiness on earth, and wish me to face the sea. "Have you ever seen the sea"-Han Dong You have seen the sea. You imagined the sea. You imagined the sea and saw it. You have seen the sea and imagined it. But you are not a sailor. That's it. You imagined the sea. Maybe you still like the sea. At best, you have seen the sea. You imagined the sea. You don't want the sea to drown. That's it. Goodbye, Pushkin, the element of freedom! For the last time, your blue waves rolled in front of my eyes, and your proud beauty shone grandly. Like a friend's melancholy whisper, like his farewell greeting, for the last time, I listened to your loud call and your gloomy vomiting. The country I yearn for wholeheartedly, the sea! How many times, on your shore, I wandered silently and confusedly, thinking hard about my long-cherished wish. Ah, how I love your echo, your dumb voice, the song of the abyss, your serenity at dusk and your wayward temper! Under the protection of your moodiness, the fisherman's sail boldly glides between his teeth, but if you are surging and unable to overcome it, groups of fishing boats will be wiped out. Until now, I still can't leave this solidified stone shore that bothers me. I haven't embraced you warmly, sea! I didn't let the waves of my poetry go with your ridge! You are expecting and calling ... but I am bound, and my heart wants to break free in vain. Stronger feelings attracted me, so I stayed on the shore ... What is there to cherish? Now, where can I run on the open road? In your desolation, there is only one thing that may still excite my heart. A cliff, a glorious tomb ... where all kinds of beautiful memories sink into cold dreams. Ah, Napoleon put them there. He was buried in misery. Following him, another genius passed in front of us like a storm, ah, another master of our hearts. He went, making freedom with tears in his eyes! He left his laurel to the world. Make a hullabaloo about, furious about the bad weather, oh, the sea! He used to be in song for you. He is shaped by your essence, the sea, he is the reflection of your image; He is as deep, powerful and gloomy as you, and as stubborn as you. The world is empty ... Oh, ocean, where can you take me now? Everywhere, people's fate is the same: where there is happiness, there must be education or tyrants to protect it very closely. Goodbye, sea! I will never forget your spectacular beauty; I will listen to your rumbling in the dusk for a long time. My heart is full of you. I will take your rocks, your bay, your light and shadow, your sound of the waves to the forest and the silent wasteland. I haven't read the manuscript of Hai. In my dream, I leafed through the gloomy notes of various hosts. When I didn't meet the sea, the stars of the sea flew from my sleep with their faces covered. When the tide of the soul surges, I gather the bright moon in the sky and walk back to my lover at night. I walk on your mysterious coast. I didn't hear your waves across generations. I have never seen your face as vast as silk, like mountains and towering waves, but when the dark moment of my life came, I came to your side, and the yellow sand swept away the sunshine and the dark clouds rolled over the earth. This is my dark past life, and it has come.