Mind harvest

The setting sun is so red; the sea is still blue; the beach is still golden, only the soul is baptized with rain.

When we were young, we always took a small hand and jumped to the beach, then took the shovel, carried the keg, found the shell, shoveled the sand, and put a beautiful, beautiful shell into the keg. And then, compared to the shells. On the way home, holding the shells, listening to the sound of the sea in the shell, I feel strange, how can there be sea in the shell? At that time, what I had gained was a pure childlike heart.

Slightly bigger, we still held our hands, holding a shovel and carrying a small bucket, but instead of looking for shells, we used sand to wet the sand, and then piled up hills, villains, and sand eggs. Put the hills high, and then step on the hills of our pile, then the hills are flattened by us, then piled up and stepped on. Holding a good sand egg, you chase me, throw it and throw it. I have gained happiness and innocence.

Now, we are all grown up, they are slim girls. We no longer hold our hands, no longer hold shovel, carry small buckets, just step on the beach and roll up a mature and talk of the soul. Sitting on the beach, looking at the sea, rushing and whistling. The sun rises and the sun goes down. Watching the fishermen at sea return home, watching them look like fish, knowing that the days are going on, understanding that life is going to be wonderful, listening to the songs of the seagulls, walking on the afterglow, leaving the footprints of our growth on the beach. Looking back, it turns out that life does not wait for people, I have never been able to let regret to replace the joy of growth.

The sea breeze is still blowing, the seagull is still calling, the sea is still rushing, only the heart is going to the unknown, expecting challenges, overcoming challenges, and harvesting a success that belongs to us.