8:00, the night of deep concentration. When all is quiet down, the sea, can finally rest. Standing on the hotel window, inadvertently, not far from a glimpse of different thickness, different lengths of white lines rolling. A high tide of the. Heart was involved a bit, although the windows and the distance barrier of the Chaosheng, it is obvious that the sea may be calling. Companion too lazy to go out, so I threw a dress, alone, toward the sea.
Closure of old stone bath missing the hustle and bustle during the day and happiness, tents and chairs were all clean up, and promise great free down the beach, and only a light duty faithfully shine in the tents.
Night, very quiet. Wind, very cool. Hotels play music Ruoyouruowu to open in the air released into the atmosphere come. I Biqiyanjing a deep breath, salty, wet, fishy's. That I am familiar with the taste of the sea, revive a feeling.
Go near and there is no distance from the front is the sea, the moment is the sea. Deep hum of the tide filling in the ear sound. Night is very strong just as confused as the marginal sea and distant mountains, only from time to time took to the waves where the waters in front of the grand imagine. Waves is very dense, extremely anxious, unable to discern the unknown by the Department, gradually advancing over, bits of Crest forward with expanding the, when they gathered when they merge into a very long peaks, the pace is not relented, and in order to more quickly and more up with the speed to the beach Ben Lai, popping, tapping heavily on the sand in the foam instantly without a shadow, but behind the crest is still Mimizaza Musella over, again and again, never stop in the darkness, only from time to time give birth to a white crest There, the sea anchor the daytime entertainment with four or five boats, but also with the high tide, waves up and down more than bumps.
This landscape is so simple and so beautiful, people attachment, fascinating. I quietly standing, the sea breeze flapping the clothes, my eyes follow the new crest appear, as they chase the first line of the road until they formed a larger group; I lost in that endless stream of crest-like squandering years, waiting for a much larger and longer each time the crest of the emerging and onrush. For a time heaven and earth disappear, my world, only in front of the sea.
Suddenly remembered the time in Xiamen is very much afraid of the sea at night, even if standing on the embankment will be back, fear of the ocean forward, think that the unknown will be devoured endless petty I am. I do not know why now able to face the darkness so close to the sea, is a miss, is close to, or what? In short no fear, there is only respect and admiration.
9 pm, a full hour, so I stood, did not feel tired, may be, after all, is to leave. Sorrow, regret, and sticking to my heart to know clearly see the sea is no longer possible at the moment appear: can not occur tomorrow morning, it is impossible for any one time in the future there. Because the moment the sea belongs to me only one person, the feelings of the moment only part of this time, here; tomorrow morning to see the sea will no longer be at the moment the sea is no longer listening Chaosheng Chaosheng at the moment - at that time the sea, will be crowded, Yourenruzhi of.
- The fact proved that I was feeling. The next morning Zaiqu the beach last night, no more of the kind of taste, the kind of mood. Although only a morning, although there are peaks, but the shine of sunlight so that it will fall short of the night, under cover of mystery and unknown sense of belonging; and visitors to laugh and play more acoustic cover of the quiet tide, everything takes us back flat, let me A hint of loss.
It turned out that I am the sea, only in my heart, only in that hour.
Author: _wfo01292
