Come to Nandaihe to see the sea in winter.

Nandaihe Bohai Bay, in the silent winter, the seawater here is clearer and purer, like a natural sapphire that has just been discovered, without any artificial carving.

Drive to the seaside of Nandai River in the afternoon. Facing the warm winter sun, I set foot on the soft white beach and looked up. The island of Xianluo, a hundred miles away from the coast, was like an ink painting. Fishing boats sing late, pavilions are quiet, Yuan Ye-Ma Pingchuan, and the blue coastline twists and turns. The tall bungee jumping tower with red top and white columns, like an old castle standing in the fairy tale world, makes people want to go in and have a look.

The light blue sky is clear and shallow, and the thin clouds spread out in various shapes. Staring at the vast sea, it is still so blue, slowly and steadily flowing to the horizon, with sparkling scales and calm. Compared with the unusually busy summer, I am less frivolous and impatient, like a mature middle-aged man, wise and calm, with a hint of sadness that fascinates women.

The anchored fishing boats are as blue as the sea, one after another, and they are moored on the wide beach for the second time. The hull is a little old and mottled, which reminds me of The Old Man and the Sea written by American writer Hemingway.

I think the fishermen are driving these boats, blowing the sea breeze, facing the big waves, hitting the rocks and bumping up and down in the sea of Wang Yang. They may have caught a marlin like Santiago, an old Cuban fisherman, and dragged it at sea for three days and nights. When they returned, they had a tenacious struggle with the fierce shark. However, Santiago exhausted all his strength, and the marlin caught was eaten by sharks and returned empty-handed. The fishermen here, however, returned home safely and smoothly with a boat full of fish and shrimp and laughter.

Walking slowly with friends at the seaside, the sea breeze in winter has lost its fresh taste, and it is not as biting as in spring. Nearby tourists or groups of 351, along the Changping Shatian, are talking and laughing; Still a lingering couple, holding hands, gentle and gentle; Still a person, quietly listening to the sea, looking at the sea, thinking of a welcome heart.

The beach is wide, but not all beaches are flat. Suddenly, a magical picture appears, which makes you have to admire the ingenuity of nature. When the sea breeze blows, the beach becomes scraggy like a fish scale, pressing down one by one and stretching into the distance.

Walking on the soft beach, everyone is a pioneer. I want to follow the footprints of others, but I can't. Where someone stepped on it, it was too loose to walk. I can only walk a new road with my own feet. Looking back, I am happy with my long footprints. I wonder how long this footprint will last.

Soft fine sand will neither scratch your feet nor make you bump, but will slowly erase all your strength. The crazier, the gentler, extremely gentle. Helpless, you can only put the sole of your foot gently, rub it, blend with it, and it will treat you well.

Not far from the coast, a tall building rose from the ground and stood proudly against the blue sky and blue sea.

Standing on the beach, watching the waves lapping on the beach. Here, you can't hear the roaring waves in summer, nor is it as fierce as Ma Benteng.

The sea in winter is more like a gentle and quiet mother. She opened her heart, stretched out her broad arms, smiled and held me tightly in her arms, quietly listening to my sadness, my feelings, my laughter, my loneliness and loneliness.

At this time, the seaside, fishing boats, beaches and sunset are about to set. It is really hard to find such a quiet corner in a boiling city. Standing there alone looking up at the sky, I will think of you in the floating clouds; Standing there alone watching the sea, it's very quiet.