seaside

My mother and I came to the end of the sea in Hainan. On the beach, I was excited to go to the sea, and the sea breeze rushed over to me. I felt particularly comfortable, the waves hit my feet and helped me wash.

I want to write my name on the beach, see if the progress of writing is still a step backwards? I used my fingers to write names on the beach, but when I wrote more than half of it, I was washed away by the waves. I rewrote it again and finally wrote it. I asked my mother, "Is my name beautiful?" Mom said: "There is progress!" I piled a turtle with wet sand, and the waves washed my turtle away. I thought of a game. I used wet sand as the food of the sea and kept throwing sand to the sea. I also thought of "small sea" and "small sea", which is the inspiration of the sea to give people a name.