Talk to your good friend who went to the beach.

From a distance, the yellow sand sparkles in the sun, as if it had gold jewelry on it. I enjoy it with my best friend.

When the tide ebbs, the sea water is swept away like an endless green blanket, in a blink of an eye. Miraculously flashed a vast beach.

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

Big sea and the sky is as blue and clear, shining with silver like brocade.

The waves rushed to the shore, splashing waves more than one meter high, and blooming 10 thousand white and glittering pears.

The soft, silvery sea, mixed with the southern spring, slept soundly, reflecting some transparent, silky feathery clouds.

If the sea is blue, then we are quiet, and the windy summer represents our pure friendship.

If we lose it, we can't lose it, because it disappoints us; We might as well be less satisfied, because it can make us more awake.

At night, it's too quiet. The moonlight, like a mist made of hazy silver gauze, sheds solemn and holy light on leaves, colonnades, handrails of rattan chairs and people's faces.