Sunset picks up shells and sunsets on the beach.

Sunset picks up shells and sunsets on the beach.

On the beach at dusk, the orange hut is reflected in the calm sea. The string of wind chimes in front of the cabin window is playing a non-stop melody in the wind, and the sweet music is in my ear, gently drawing a romantic and elegant picture. Look closely, those lonely silhouettes float in my heart. In an instant, the red flowers dancing in the setting sun made a sound in my world.

I am on the clean beach, watching the distant ships drift quietly and watching the youth flow silently in the warm time. The memory on the left comes slowly in a faint white sail, and the Huayou on the right paddles gently in the dream boat. I was on the other side, watching from left to right, meditating on time with a poem.

Youth, like a beautiful flower, creates miracles in quiet time. Meet you, the sun is in full bloom in the beautiful summer, and we meet at the touching blue seaside under the blue sky. You roll up your trouser legs, walk barefoot on the delicate beach, bend high and move forward step by step, and carefully pick up the shells wandering by the sea. Your long bangs flutters with the wind, and has performed a touching and beautiful scenery; Your side face of Shuai Shuai, facing the light of the sunset, outlines a touch of pure romance.

How many times, wandering by the sea, just waiting for an ecstasy encounter. It happened that the wind of fate always passed by in a hurry, leaving a good impression in my mind, but never letting it enter my field of vision. Every time I wait, there is always too beautiful sadness, which makes time knock down many complicated emotions.

I met you once, and my heart was locked by your quiet face. Affectionate people miss memories, but want to seize tomorrow. Like me, watching you walk by the sea like a scavenger, picking up shells, enjoying the fairy tale color from the wind, and suddenly imagining you. I don't want you to go too far, so I followed you closely, stepping on your footprints and facing the white clouds.

You said that shells are also life. Although they were hit by the waves on the beach, they still have the meaning of existence. Although shells are exposed on the beach, their bright colors will fade without the moisture of seawater. However, there is still a shell that will be picked up by the shell picker, and maybe a series of pleasant sounds will be emitted from it the next day.

You also said that if a heart is knocked down in the desert of years, it still has meaning, because the sun rises in the east every day, and as long as you don't give up chasing the light, your heart will never lose the sunshine.

I said, I suddenly don't want to talk about it, because the rush of time tells me that some people really have something better than missing each other. I pulled your thoughts to the distant horizon in one sentence, and looked at the endless sea. We listened to the sea breeze, smiled and were silent.

Your basket contains many things abandoned by the sea and picked up by you in a thousand ways. Some lives look cheap, but they change their lives because they are lucky enough to meet someone. I think, if I meet you, then the dry shell in my heart will not be buried by the sand on the beach, and I will not hide it from me for the rest of my life. Look at your side face, there is a warm smile that won't disappear in conversation. I deeply admire, silently appreciate, I am eager to stand on tiptoe to touch the warmth you bring.

Later, the sunset also told me that the place where the sun sets is not the east where the sun rises. Time is a long straight line, and there is no earth circle. All the way forward, there is no turning back. Because of this, the tragic fate has been swirling in sadness, but there is always a hopeful distance around.

Listening to the wind blowing the sea, watching the waves pushing the wind, the wind chimes hanging in front of the wooden house continue to sing the songs of the years with the wind. Time is really touching. In that sweet voice, there are your fingerprints, your kind love, your sincere care and your sincere heart. I added a small sand chair to the hut, which contained my infinite yearning for you, my infinite love for you, and my infinite fragility.

After parting, you weren't there, but I came to the seaside again, watching the sunset fall in the clouds in the west and picking up shells about you. The memory of the wooden house and the beautiful scenery of the beach turned into strings of small wind chimes, singing softly against the wind in the sky I missed. Someone asked me why the ending of my story is always sad and incomplete. I thought for a long time before I knew the answer. It turns out that I waited too long and spilled all the good things on the distant beach, and I can't get them back anymore. ...