That blue

A group of seagulls flying in the distance, white and beautiful; the waves are rolling, as if the deep seaweed is breathing. --Inscription

The first time I watched the sea, the second trip. I was originally imprisoned, and my mood was naturally open and my heart was full of great happiness.

When I went, it was four o'clock in the evening, and the car stopped at Xiamen Huandao Road. Running towards the blue, the piece I have longed for is wide and innocent.

The sun at dusk is soft, like half the light that is melted by ice cream. I took off my shoes and stepped on the soft sand. The waves rushed up and down and went on. The big flower of the big splash splashed my clothes, mixed with small pieces of small sand.

The tourists around you are laughing, oh, oh, the whole beach creates a subtle atmosphere, is the excitement of the holiday coming? Is it easy to work and study? I believe that both have it.

I took a deep breath of the sea breeze, but I didn't get bored. There was a helicopter at the low end, and there were a group of seagulls jumping from time to time, just like the tourists. I printed my footprints on the beach, a series of shallow traces.

Looking into the distance, I can't see the end, as if the sea is going to end at the other end of the world. At this time, I suddenly remembered the 70,000 mermaid who lived in the deep sea for a long time; I remembered the beautiful Titanic, and remembered the rumored underwater castle. Yes, this is the sea in front of me.

She raised tens of thousands of races with her broad mind, and there were humans in it. what! The sea, I am ashamed of the idea that mankind wants to conquer your mind. Compared with you, what do we have? You were born in the early days of the earth, you have the mind of 'Hai Na Bai Chuan', you have precipitated the world's ocean civilization, you have amazing treasures.

As a small world, we can only fear and respect you, and never conquer! "哗啦----" A huge wave of waves smashed my thoughts, and between the eyes, the face was cool.

Lifting, the sun sets and sinks, a golden light. The sea still sings a deep song. It’s so thick and low.

The third day: the old road