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That day, with the sea breeze blowing, I met a young girl, dressed in a white dress, her coat as black as the night, and her backpack as yellow as the rising sun. She stands quietly on the seashore, as if resonating with heaven and earth, blending into this tranquil picture.
The red skirt dances, like the ethereal clouds on the horizon, and the blue of the sea. The black coat, like the night falling, meets the end of the sea. And that backpack carries dreams and hopes, like bright stars leading the way forward.
Her eyes reflect the sparkling sea, as if there are endless stories hidden. The waves gently lap against the shore, like the whispers of lovers, telling eternal vows.
I approached quietly, but I was afraid to disturb the silence. She turned to look at me, smiling like a spring breeze and her eyes sparkling with tears. In those tears, there is a vision for the future, nostalgia for the past, and a deep attachment to this sea.
I stood side by side with her, letting the sea breeze blow. At this moment, words seem pale and powerless, and only heart-to-heart communication can touch the warmth of the soul.
The years go by, the sea is dry and the stones are rotten, and the beauty of this first encounter will always be engraved in my heart.