Talk about the mood of going to the seaside.

1, let her ebb and flow, flowers bloom and fall, I only care, facing the sea, spring blossoms. Sunrise and sunset, the full moon is missing, the tide rises and falls, flowers bloom and fall, and the course of life is as beautiful as ever. Night, sleep, wake up, drunk, you still left. The waves are shining and undulating, just like butterflies eager to fly.

The sea is under our feet thoughtfully, like a poet. The voice is as gentle as the hazy moonlight and morning mist between roses, and as mellow as the lover's secret language. It is deep and gentle, like a breeze blowing through the strings and floating on the water like a fallen flower.

3. Whenever rows of waves surge in. The glow reflected from the peak is red and bright, just like a burning flame, flashing, rolling and disappearing.

4. When the sea changes color and the waves are rough, a row of mountain-like waves roll from the distant gray-black sky to the shore, swooping down on the rocks standing high by the sea, stirring up snow-white waves and making thunderous noises.

This ever-changing sea spreads endlessly, sometimes turning into tender purple, sometimes into smoky white, and sometimes covered with a layer of blue.