The breeze is blowing the sea, and the waves are slowing. Wander in the moist and soft sea sand, and see the sunset in the distance. When the city's high-rises begin to be wrapped in pink light veil, the black and white piano keys are whispered in summer; When the tide crashes against the sea rocks, the waves invade, gently knocking on the chaotic sky connected to it.
Aya smooths the boy's clothes, and the memory is blocked, and the colors are not visible.
Light and shadow are intertwined, and the strings seem to be light and dark; The imprint left on the beach, washed away by the sea; And tomorrow, tomorrow is still far away. By the surging waves and the undulating windsurfing boards, he danced in the sea, silently and invisibly. The shore was blazing, as if it were about to overturn the oars. Falling asleep with whispering, sleepless nights. The brilliance that is seen through is only moored on the surface of the sea. The shouts are repeated day after day, but there is still no answer.
Jumping on the shore, splashing ripples, rising up, chasing the sunny day around the corner.
Lift the light veil shrouded in mist and let ** emerge; In his memory, the windsurf rushed to the surface of the sea, wantonly intertwined with the water. Break away the gloom wrapped in clouds and mist, and knock on the door of the way forward; Forward, against the wind. The boy in the white shirt, at this moment, is integrated with the windsurfing board. Let the water surface sway, let the wind continue, and still move forward firmly. The strings are invisible, and the rhythm is sound. The rhythm is at your fingertips, you can hear the waves rushing, and you can see the wind wandering. Immersion, immersion in persistent bravery.
The sound of the wind whispered 400 times, and the waves struck the shore 400 times, prompting 400 gorgeous scenery. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by colorful waves, and the first scene was revealed. The dusty keys in the corners are wrapped in warmth, and the teenager is dancing.
If it is summer, it will bloom not far away. Then, the blazing lookout, the rhythmic rendering, and the inner turmoil are intertwined as promised.
Splendid, just on the other side.
Author: Capture Source Rabbit.