Suitable for sending friends to the seaside.

Share the story of watching the sunset, blowing the sea breeze and picking up shells at the seaside for reference ~

Watch the sunset:

If life is just like the first sight, why do you draw a fan in the autumn wind? The darkness after sunset is the process before sunrise, and sunrise and sunset are the most touching.

We agreed to watch the sunrise face together, but there was only a gust of wind in the middle, leaving me alone to watch the sunset.

Life is like sunrise and sunset. When the shadow grows, it may be lonely and sad. You may be busy when the shadow is short.

I often want to pack my bags and go to a strange city, a city with a sea, and walk alone by the sea to watch the sunrise and sunset!

At sunset, the sky was covered with dark red clouds, which were reflected on the water and dyed into sea roses.

During the short journey, we regard the cycle of sunrise and sunset as a night star, instead of thinking about the life of spring flowers and autumn fruits.

Once people have expectations, their emotions will fluctuate, life is too short, they don't want to wait any longer, and time is in a hurry. Don't miss the sunset.

I will definitely take you to the island road to see the sea, watch the sunrise and sunset, and watch the tides rise and fall; I want to go to the coffee street with you, do nothing, just the two of us quietly.

Flowers bloom and fall, and eventually flowers fall. Sunrise and sunset are darkness after all. People come and go, after all, separated.

From our acquaintance to my secret love for you, every day is the most beautiful poem. I want to accompany you to watch the sunrise and sunset, and I want to accompany you to wait for the flowers to bloom and fall for a lifetime.

Blow the sea breeze:

There is a breeze on the beach, waiting for the wind, waiting for you.

The fresh sea breeze blows away all the fatigue and makes you feel happy.

Our love broke our partisans, and we couldn't keep flying in the wind, but we were drifting.

Looking at the blue sea, I couldn't help humming a song, feeling as light as a sailboat sailing against the sea breeze.

I really like this seaside city when I meet you in a hurry and say goodbye in a hurry, even if I blow on the beach for a day.

I like such a night, sitting alone on the beach blowing the sea breeze, away from the noise, undisturbed, and precipitating my fatigue and mood in the past.

There are bonfires by the sea, thrilling melodies in the air and stars in the sky. Everything is so beautiful except you.

The sea breeze is blowing, and an unprecedented freshness is blowing on my face, stepping on the romance of the sea. We went after the soul of the sea together and ran into the sea.

At the end of the sea, the gentle sea breeze gently urges the rows of waves to attack me, and the waves gently embrace me, cool and soft.

Suddenly, the sea breeze blew towards us and the waves became bigger. The waves sometimes jump with joy; Sometimes rolling; From time to time, there are white seagulls flying in the blue sea, and fishing boats returning home with full loads are going up and down in the sea, as if to report the joy of harvest to us again.

Pick up shells:

Shells are the love of the sea, left on the beach, waiting for us to pick them up.

The breeze blew, only revealing an empty shell left in the sand, waiting for us to put a new dream.

Walking in the years, picking up a few simple and clumsy shells and touching the scars on the boulder are all memories left in the unformed time.

When I found a shell by the sea, the soft little animal living in it was dead. Under the combined action of sunlight, sand and seawater, the life of shells completely disappeared.

Where the sea overflowed, there were many small shells, which I picked up cheerfully. Each shell has its own appearance, which is very attractive.

I heard that in another time and space, missing is a kind of voice, which will ring in the ear of the beloved person, like a shell sent by the waves slowly echoing. Then all my whispers to you in this world must be in your dreams.

My daughter took my hand and skipped to the seaside, holding a shovel, carrying a bucket, shoveling sand, putting beautiful shells in the bucket, holding shells, and listening to the sound of shells in the Caspian Sea, feeling very surprised.

The ebb tide has ebbed, but the waves still come from time to time. Suddenly, the low tide became a place where people picked up shells. Everyone laughed their heads off and held the shell in their arms. They are delicate and beautiful, faint lines, white shells washed by the sea for countless times.

Some of the seashells washed by the sea on the beach are white, some are colorful, some are striped like a magical picture scroll, depicting the wonderful underwater world, and some are white and flawless, like a thin crystal white jade.

When I came to the seaside to play during the summer vacation, I suddenly felt that my study life was like a beach, and what happened in my life was like a shell. There is a sound in every shell, some sweet, some gloomy and some cheerful. Among these beautiful shells, there are many unforgettable shells, which will stay in my heart forever and will never be forgotten.