Beautiful Yellow Sea Prose

One of the essays "Beautiful Yellow Sea"

It was already dusk when we arrived at the Yellow Sea. The colleagues who were traveling together blurted out:

"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk!"

However, I didn't think so. The beautiful sunset at dusk will soon be accompanied by the colorful moonlight. .

In mid-autumn, the glory of autumn and the depth of winter envelope the Yellow Sea at the same time.

The one-meter-high three-leaf grass shows vitality, and the gently floating reeds blow the green song to the moving alfalfa flowers on the river bank.

Surrounded by thick reeds, the chirping of wild geese rises and falls.

It is said that this is the resting place of the beautiful red-crowned crane.

When autumn comes and they return gracefully, the Yellow Sea looks warm and passionate, kissing these returning wanderers.

A wanderer is like seeing his long-lost mother, flying into the sky with fluttering wings, shouting for joy, and reciting an untitled poem on the Yellow Sea.

Twilight soon falls, take a walk on the beach, then find a beach to sit down and wait for the moonlight to slowly visit the Yellow Sea.

However, due to the mist on the sea, what appears in front of tourists is the hazy moonlight that appears and disappears.

Local people say that if it is midsummer, it is the ideal time to appreciate the moon. Even if there is fog on the sea, it is mostly in groups or patches, either staying on the sea or surrounding the shore.

As long as there are no smoke and clouds in the sea and sky, when the melting moonlight drifts over the sea, if you look far enough, you will naturally see the pieces of fog clinging to the sea in the distance.

The boats are half-hidden and half-revealed, painting a strange and spectacular picture of fishermen at sea before your eyes.

When you look carefully and see the faintly visible lights in the fog, the landscape of "Wonderland on Earth" will appear before your eyes.

Golden autumn is the harvest season, and the coast is golden.

At this time, the sky, sea surface, clouds and fog were vaguely visible, and the moonlight seemed bright and shining. The moonlight poured down thousands of miles from top to bottom, just like daytime.

Then walk on the beach of the Yellow Sea, the sea breeze is blowing, giving people an indescribable refreshing feeling.

The waves merge with the moonlight, and a golden color appears before your eyes.

The collision of waves and aircraft, against the backdrop of the moonlight, plays a symphony of sea and night, silently dedicated to tourists admiring the moon.

According to an old man by the Yellow Sea, there is something special about the Yellow Sea enjoying the moon in winter. Although only a few people appreciate it, the beauty of the "cold moon and cold light" is a unique scenery on a winter moonlit night.

Therefore, there is a local ballad:

The moonlight of the Yellow Sea lasts for as long as summer and autumn, the foggy moon is unpredictable and brings a thousand sorrows

The moon is just beautiful at night, If you are drunk, the sun will come to your head.

At this point, colleagues have just appreciated the charm of the moonlight at dusk.

It seems that dusk has arrived, but there is a soft moonlight, bringing people a beautiful enjoyment.

How could the ocean of life not be like this?

Oh, the unforgettable moonlight over the Yellow Sea!

Prose No. 2 "Love in the Yellow Sea"

After noon, my cousin accompanied me to see the sea.

From a distance, you can see a blue satin-like sea lying on the golden coast.

I jumped out of the car, threw off my shoes and socks, walked on the wet and soft beach, rushed to the edge of the blue satin, and let the white foamy sea water lick my bare feet and calves, as if As a child, I lay in my mother's warm arms and received caress.

I was as drunk as drinking wine, and I just stared at the boundless sea in a daze for a long time.

The Yellow Sea in late spring contains all the tranquility, depth and mystery. The seabirds flutter their slender silver wings, chasing the white waves that appear and disappear far and near, like dancing pearls, abbreviating the wealth of the sea.

In the shallow sea, several rocks rigidly and stubbornly allowed themselves to be teased endlessly by the light waves. They just stood there and were sculptures of the unyielding character of the sea.

A cargo ship roared and sailed toward the east. When it reached the point where the water and the sky met, it seemed to be motionless and embedded in the light gray sky, waiting for a ladder hanging from the sky to climb up. Jiuxiao, travel across the sky.

The breeze brings a touch of humidity and sea salt, which reminds people of fairy tales about the Dragon Palace, the Dragon Girl, and the Siren. Even if you search all the stories from your childhood, you can’t fill the endless ocean in your field of vision... …

"Look, Flying Fish!" The shout woke me up, and when I turned my head, more than a dozen silver arrows shot out from the sea to my right. After flying several meters high, they disappeared one after another, and then shot out again. rise, disappear.

My cousin stood on a smooth stone, his face flushed with excitement, waving his thick arms and shouting. I returned to the beach and looked at him with a childish look on his face, and I couldn't help but feel pity for him.

My cousin is already in his late teens. In the early years, he and his elderly uncle tended the few acres of thin fields at the foot of Mount Si in order to make a living. Unknowingly, the days of sweet potato noodles for one meal and dried sweet potatoes for the next passed by.

Occasionally he would climb up to the high Si Mountain, overlook the Yellow Sea, and daydream about it for a while, but he never had the leisure to play in the sea. When he got married and had children, the debts of the marriage and the three children born side by side almost weighed down his bronzed spine.

After the Third Plenary Session of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the spring breeze of the party’s policy of enriching the people also hit this small mountain village on the coast of the Yellow Sea. He decisively gave up farming and went into business. In just a few years, he became a small fortune and bought a rubber tire. We built five new brick and stone houses in the car. We ate fresh shrimps and fat crabs every night, sipping two taels of white dry, smelling of wine and feeling satisfied.

Although I have often driven on the newly built coastal highway in recent years, I have never once stopped at the beach, which is only more than 30 miles away from home. Despite my repeated urging, he would never turn the steering wheel towards the Yellow Sea.

My cousin opened the plastic bag in his hand to show off, and there were more than a dozen small, almost transparent, spotted fish swimming in it, as well as a few crabs and crabs the size of gray-brown bird eggs. A large shrimp and some shells.

The moist beach is criss-crossed with claw marks and tiny holes. From time to time, there are a few small crabs running wildly, burrowing from one small hole into another, which looks very cunning.

It is conceivable that my cousin must have had a "fight" to catch this little guy, as evidenced by the sand all over his body.

He was holding the plastic bag like a child who got a toy, and his cautious look made me feel sad.

I also noticed that in the clusters of reef depressions with oysters embedded on the surface, there was still clear water, and various small things with and without plastic bags were swimming around. fish.

By chance, there was a crab as big as a fist curled up leisurely, and I caught it without any difficulty, even though my hands were sore from its claws, and there were still a few sharp spots. The oyster shell was scratched with blood.

But seeing my cousin’s happiness also made me feel happy.

The tide is rising. The sea became restless, expanding, surging, and roaring louder and louder. In an instant, the beach where we stopped was swallowed up, and large lead clouds rolled in from the sky.

We hurriedly climbed up the embankment, only to see that the surging seawater had rushed to our feet, the rocks were gone, and the entire sea surface was like a pot of boiling water, stirring up terrifying swells.

At this moment, several motor-sailing boats were connected to long chains, carrying tide-dwellers who were not afraid of anything, and sailed up and down into the deep sea to catch the fishermen's harvest.

My cousin was leaning on the stone railing, with a pair of small eyes on his square face that had been wrinkled prematurely, as if he wanted to extend the light of the color of the sea to the end of the distant sea. There was excitement in his eyes, There is desire, and even more, the farmers in the old areas who have truly turned over have a firm belief in the future.

Following this gaze, in the hazy sea and sky, I clearly saw that the door to the sea had been opened, and the rolling water was no longer just salty sea water.

That is the torrent of reform and opening up, carrying wealth, happiness and strength, swallowing up barbarism, ignorance and poverty, and irrigating the spring of the great Republic of China.