Between the vastness and the sea.
Li Zhefu. The vastness is always associated with gloomy or dull twilight.
The cold of the autumn evening came early.
Coldly grasp the thin figure.
Only that little warmth was shattered in an instant.
It's windy and rainy. Make the cloud low.
Blue dim. A man from the basin struggles alone on the tidal flats.
Shivering. Forget to be calm, but remember the time.
The vastness is not as good as between heaven and earth.
Ocean. When to become a person's azure.
A haven for one.
Old dragon head.
Haze days. The wind over the sea is much more spectacular than the sunrise.
Waves crash on the shore. The wind whistled.
The one called the old dragon head.
Stick your neck into the sea and drink hard.
The one who trembled.
Just looking for a place to sprinkle water.
A dragon body that stretches for thousands of miles.
Tidal flats and yellow sand. A few tourists shouted cold.
While posing for photography.
The dragon buries its head. I'm looking forward to it.
The two looked at each other, moved differently, and had different moods.
Look at its vicissitudes.
Just for the head to be held high.
Qinhuangdao.
There is a vast ocean inside and outside the island.
The fishing boat is nowhere to be seen.
Some of the fishermen went ashore, while others continued to go to sea.
Some started farming.
The island of today. All that is swallowed is black gold.
The harbor does not move, the ship moves.
The bay that moves around.
Missing the clarity and purity of the past.
A row of 10,000-ton wheels surrounds the island.
Whistles and horns.
Crush the cold heart.
The gray-white sky was sandwiched with a drizzle.
Portable cameras. I just want to take a picture of the sails.
The sea encroaches.
The edge of the sand. Blue teeth bite me many times.
Breathe by the sea.
The blazing sun grinds like sand.
There is no frost and snow. There is no smoke in sight.
A man's twilight.
Faint in the sea. It encroaches on me.
I soaked it. Yachts shuttle back and forth.
The waves roll in. Lonely days.
It starts in the sound.