Sea

The sea is beautiful.

The sea is boundless. "The water of the Yellow River comes up in the sky, and the rushing to the sea will not return." Standing on the beach, you can see that there is an endless side in front of the far side. Is that the side of the sea? No, the sea has no side! That is the end of the world, the cape, the end of the world, the peak of the peak. Where people can see where the vision is, the side connects the sea and the sky together. It is the side of the sky and the side of the sea. People don’t know that in their invisible point, the sky is still the sky, the sea is still the sea. . Heaven, boundless; sea, endless.

The sea is vast. "Hundreds of rivers are different, but all belong to the sea." The sea has no chest, and it accommodates rivers from all corners of the country. Even if it is a drop of dew, it will not give up, so it has the reputation of "the sea can not fight." The sea, with its emperor-like temperament, allows the sea to nourish the dry riverbed, which makes the fish of the long-lost garden regain its freedom... even if it is a drop of dew, it can't bear to see it sublimate. What it does is always obeying a maxim--there is a great river!

The sea is passionate. Remember the daughter of the sea who dared to pursue his own love and sacrifice? In order to get true love, she made a bet on her own life. Unfortunately, she lost, she only got a pleasing desire. At the moment when she jumped into the sea and turned into a bubble, how many people marveled at her enthusiasm, how many people moved her love for love, how many people shed tears for her experience. She came from the sea and finally returned to the sea; she was born in the sea and finally merged with the sea; her love was born in the sea and finally ended in the sea. The sea is her first cradle and her ultimate affiliation. Her death, in exchange for the eyes of the world, when people go to the beach to play, they will pay special attention to the magnificent sea, waiting for the mermaid princess to land, to the moon. The sea is fickle. When the evening wind and the sea surface pass, the sea seems to be a gentle and considerate mother, caressing to smooth the footprints on the beach, whispering the hypnosis and letting the child fall asleep. Suddenly the wind was raging, the walrus was a violent lion, and it was full of anger to the earth. It devastated the trees, flooded the four fields, and turned upside down. Its change, without any omen, is unpredictable, but it reveals its personality. Its flying spurs reveals a hint of wild beauty. It must use action to tell people that it hates restraint and it wants to be treated fairly. If someone wants to get it from it, then he must pay.

The sea is mysterious. There are legends about the refinement of the sea in the ancient times, but after thousands of years have passed, the style of the sea is still as old, who can participate in it, what is in the deepest part of the sea? Facing the sea, I want to sing, I want to write a praise song for the sea, and deeply express this unpredictable sea. Sea, you are beautiful! I sing emotionally.