Get up at six o'clock in the morning and take a ride to Qiongzhou Strait in the fading light. At this time, it was just dawn and it was quiet all around. Occasionally, people who do morning exercises run by, and the sea is displayed before my eyes.
The sea woke up. At this time, she rushed to the shore with white foam. She is gentle and generous. She dropped colorful shells and slipped away in a hurry.
Coconut grove is the owner here. Coconut trees stand quietly on the shore, with a manly body, smooth bark and thick thin leaves. It is high, staring at the sea, caressed by the sea breeze, enjoying the whispering of love.
Chaoyang, rising slowly from the sea, is intoxicating red, dyeing the clouds and buildings on the horizon red. The beach is golden. I leaned down and looked at the sand under my feet. They are small, but all the particles are glowing. My footprints were left on the beach, deep and shallow, but the sea flooded and everything went back to the past.
Maybe it's the fog on the sea in the morning. I still can't see across the channel. It is said that you can't see the other side until noon. But Hainan Island, an island formed by the sinking of the continental shelf, I think I must miss the land. This island is a child separated from the land. Is she looking forward to the North Shore every day like her children?
Seagulls, the spirits of the sea, can always fly freely in the vast space of the sea. Seagulls are also children of the sea. You see, it is always in the arms of Mother Hai, singing freely. It must be very happy. Otherwise, why is its posture so vigorous and its singing always so euphemistic?
White clouds should be the companion of the sea, otherwise why are there always white clouds where there is sea? White clouds are light and should be white gauze of the sea, dotted with dreams of the sea, making the sea gorgeous and prosperous.
As the sun rises, the sea becomes wider and brighter. I saw distant ships break down, coconut groves began to dance in the morning breeze, and the coast began to get busy. I stepped on the beach, facing the sun and dreaming of chasing the sun in Kuafu. ...
Prose Missing at Sea 2 Missing at Sea
Every time I see the sea, I can't help thinking of you. When I think of you, I will involuntarily go to see the sea again and again, listen to the sound of surging waves, and watch the sea impact the beach one after another. Because you once said that the sea was singing and writing poems, I imagined you standing by the sea, singing and writing poems to me like the sea, so my heart, which had been silent for a long time, became an underwater world about you and me.
I remember when I first met you, you asked me if I liked the sea. I said I had never seen the real sea, only in movies and TV. You said you must take me to the seaside in person when you have the opportunity to see how beautiful and gorgeous the shells are there. How blue and clear the sea is there. You said, you must also take me to the soft beach on a moonlit night, listen to the waves and cover old songs over and over again, rent a cabin by the sea and cook me a lot of delicious seafood ... You told me a lot of interesting things by the sea.
That time, we talked until midnight, and I couldn't open my eyes. You played a very beautiful piano music, which made me fall asleep in the soothing music. It was also from that time that I began to have a soft spot for the sea, full of longing, and wrote many poems about the sea for you. However, you know that my writing is not good, but you always accept it with ecstasy and praise me for writing well. Several times, I complained angrily that you shouldn't tell the truth, so that I couldn't see the shortcomings of my writing, but you said that it would be good if I wrote for you with my heart. Moreover, it is a kind of happiness for a man to spoil his beloved woman in his heart. Do you know how touched I am by your words? Because you're not just talking, you're serious.
Once, I was angry with others because of one thing, and I had nowhere to vent my anger. When you came to me, I took it out on you. You didn't say anything, just sat quietly in front of the piano and played "I only care about you". Affectionate and euphemistic music finally calmed me down from my anger and made you hug me tightly. It's really silly to think of me at that time, surrounded by your deep love, unable to feel the changes of the outside world and the uncertainty of your mood. All I know is that I'm depressed and angry with you. I didn't know you were actually full of bitterness and nowhere to talk. I just wanted to talk to me, but when I was in a bad mood, you didn't say anything and made me lose my temper with you.
At that time, you were a real man in my eyes, not only because you were tall, handsome and gentle, but also because you were different from other men around you. You have as deep wisdom as the sea, as broad mind as the sea, as clear and thorough mind as the sea. Leaning in your arms is like a fish jumping into the sea. You gave me a very happy and happy time, and I am very satisfied. At that time, you were thinking about me, and I was thinking about you.
Once, when I heard you say on the phone that "Typhoon Moranti" hit the city in your area, and saw the photos you sent that were hit by a typhoon, do you know how worried I was? I stayed up all night, afraid that I would never see you again after I closed my eyes, but it was thousands of miles away and I couldn't help you. That night, I was in a state of anxiety, until after three o'clock in the morning, I received your safe message again, and my hanging heart was put down. Later, when you saw my haggard face, you called me "stupid" and always liked to think. You said you would be fine, and told me to take care of myself, otherwise it would distract you from worrying about me. ...
Think of the past, just like ink painting on ordinary paper, looming. I blurred the picture in my memory and the mood at that time.
I thought we could spend our lives together like this. Unexpectedly, that trip to the seaside shattered all Hua Song's good hopes.
I know that you love collecting oil paintings, so I took the opportunity of working in the provincial capital to go to some studios and secretly took some oil painting photos and sent them back to you. It's not that I'm too stingy to give you real oil paintings, but that those good oil paintings are too expensive for me to buy, but I know you like them and want to give them to you, so I have to compromise and take this approach.
When I turned to the seaside, I wanted to give you a surprise, but I found you gone. I called you and stopped. I am a stranger, and I don't know where to find you. I had to shout to the sea over and over again at the seaside: "Where are you?" Are you on the same coastline as me, or have you reached the other side of the sea? "The sound of the waves is just, humming yesterday's old songs. Is this what you miss?