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On the May 8th of 2007, it was a sunny day; my Grandma, my parents and I were traveling to the seacoast city for our holiday. We arrived in Rizhao, a nice seacoast city after one night’s journey. We had a simple breakfast and then we went to the seaside. It was the first time I had ever seen the sea which was beautiful and rich. The sea in the morning was so quite and gentle that made me have a feeling of wanting to kiss it. My heart was full of excitement from the surging waves.
Looking at the boundless sea, the rolling waves and the surge of the sea, the back surge pushed the front one and the waves were thrust higher and forward in lines. It sounded like thunder, and the spectacle of the sea was like ten thousand horses galloping ahead. Suddenly the sea became a boundless war place. Sea wind made the sound of a bugle horn; the sea wave was like millions of brave soldiers attacking the bank with a loud boom. The rocks on the shore of the sea sink into the bottom suddenly, pushed down gently by the surge. After seeing this splendid spectacle of the sea, I believe the vastness of it contains infinite power and I want to write a poem to indulge in an infinite reverie.
How time flies! We are unaware of the sunset. Not long after the sunset, the sky is in the west is filled with blue and golden sunlit clouds, yet the sea is turning red from the changing cloud cover. It looks more splendid than the sky, as it can move. On the rolling waves the rosy rays of sunlight are bright and red, like flames are burning, flashing, rolling and disappearing as the back wave still rolls forward with a flash. In such a graceful evening, I walked slowly along the seaside while stepping on the soft beach. The brine touches the beach quietly with a gentle sound. The evening sea breeze is pure and fresh, I was so excited and filled with contentment. I love this place, Rizhao.
The sea is unforgettable and peaceful. Standing on the bank of the sea and looking at a distant place, the sky and brine merge together; I could not separate the water from the sky clearly. It is so-called: fog surrounds a hill and a hill surrounds the fog, the sky links with the water and the water links with the sky. The seawater far off looks like fish scales laying on the surface of the sea and like naughty children jumping over the bank under the bright sunshine. The pure and mild brine with a sea fishy smell, a breeze blowing through people’s hair, on their faces and each part of their bodies all make it a wonderful picture. Overlooking it all I see many sails in sight, sun-burnt skin, sharp-eyes, kind-smiles and skillful fishing-nets moving but they were not appreciating the scene as me; maybe they’re used to seeing all this. They are concerned about the direction of their sailing, the weather for sailing and the rocks under the ship. Looking at the sea, our mind becomes more broadened and we feel relaxed and carefree in this stature. The tide is rising, the waves are surging toward the bank like rolling hills. Some waves hit a rock and, sprayed their foam meters high and with a “Huahua” sound. (That I could not describe proper words.)
The Sea, the real sea; same as the northern highlands, cohesive with a mysterious vitality. It makes people have a feeling of something beyond nature! I love the sea, as it fills me with happiness and deep feelings! I love you, Sea!!!