I know the ocean of excitement in a storm

I know the ocean of excitement in the storm, deep and beautiful, from light green to rich deep blue, above the raging waves, a misty cloudy sky. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the vast sea, confused clouds rise, wrapped in lightning and thunder. The waves are thousands of layers, splashes are passing, and there are many phantoms on the heart waves.

O sea, your surging thoughts are unstoppable, as if flying in the depths of your soul, stirring up the magnificent artistic conception, capturing the shadows of the clouds and covering up the contending of the seagulls. From the waves, a new face is conjured, and the arrival of the wind and rain is explained with gorgeous images, and all dust is washed away, so that the ever-changing sky reveals infinite charm. Standing on the shaky deck and looking out, in the even more lonely distance, the mountains with rain and mist loom faintly appeared. One after another, some rose and some fell, splashing several meters high and making a loud noise. The reef washed by the torrent bursts out in the waves, and there is a white expanse everywhere, so that the sea water and the sky become one, it is so majestic!

The sea, the wind and the tide surge, the back waves push the front waves, let the endless illusion linger on the edge of the dream, and the rows rush over, crashing on the steep shore, throwing out broken jade, which actually contains great power! The vast sea water rolls and undulates, and in front of you, it flashes with a magnificent image. Rapids, wild waves, condensing fantastic scenery on the sea. The electric light seems to tear the sky, which makes people thrilling and at the same time, makes the soul tremble, and the poetic tide sings in the depths of the heart, as if it is a passionate piano music, which lasts for a long time and invigorates people's hearts.

Facing the sea is like facing the hustle and bustle of life, and her cold appearance is wrapped in the impulse of life, so that the consciousness beyond nature produces a deep longing. When the sea breeze blows through the sharp horn, when the watchman in the distance, the lighthouse, blooms with layers of light, through the wind, the rain, fog and tides, and the intertwined lightning, as if to let everything escape, and the fire of light flows on the sea. Like a spiritual snake, winding and swimming, reflected in the sparkling waves, rolling, flickering, blending into the deep seawater, gradually disappearing, leaving no trace.