Time flows slowly like an hourglass, the autumn breeze cools down once at a time, most of the branches and leaves on the trees have fallen with the wind, scattered into mud, the pace of winter is coming slowly, and there are only the last two months of the year.

In the first month of Meng Ting's arrival in Taiwan, she has always had a wish waiting to be fulfilled, that is, to see the sea when the weather turns cooler. In the first month of her arrival in Taiwan, Meng Ting's daily life was simple and fulfilling, except for attending classes, she went to the library to read a lot of books. In the library of Tunghai University, Sanmao's works are more abundant, although they are the same black and white, but reading here seems to be able to feel the surging hearts of a generation of talented women many years ago, and the distance between her is so close, when reading the deep meaning, it is like Sanmao is sitting in front of him to tell her story. After coming to Tunghai University, Meng Ting also developed the habit of taking a walk at night, and after dinner, she walked alone to the playground in front of the charming lights on campus. After a month of comfort and simplicity, Meng Ting felt that there was no loss or sadness in her heart, only the most innocent ivory tower time journey. In Tunghai University, although there is no company of a few good friends, Meng Ting does not feel lonely, when all the sad past is abandoned, only the expectations for dreams in the heart, such a life is a beautiful enjoyment, the plain contains happiness, and the plain contains longing.

The end of the month coincides with a weekend. On Saturday morning, Meng Ting got on the bus to the beach according to the route that had been checked clearly last night. Tunghai University is located in Taichung City, and Taichung, like other cities on the island, is not too far from the sea. On the way to the seaside, Meng Ting looked through the window at the scenery passing in front of her eyes, as she had done countless times. Since coming to Taiwan, this is the first time Meng Ting has gone to appreciate the outside world of Tunghai University. The buildings, the trees, and the blue sky and white clouds above all seem to come to life at this moment, blending together to play the melody of the city day after day.

As the buses continue to move forward, the huge city is gradually left behind, from the city to the suburbs, from the suburbs to the villages, there are no high-rise buildings, only small rivers and fields; There is no busy oil and white road, only nine winding paths; There is no noisy noise, only the original quiet. Looking at the quiet and peaceful village, Meng Ting thought in her heart that there are both similarities and differences in the world. Like the mainland, Taiwan is a bustling metropolis with a leisurely and innocent countryside.

After driving for more than two hours, the bus drove to the Huanhai Highway. When Meng Ting saw a little blue, her eyes couldn't help but stare at the sea that was getting closer and closer. The bus quietly moved forward on the highway around the sea, the endless ocean completely enveloped the world on the right side of the body, looking at the endless blue, Meng Ting felt as if she was snuggled in the embrace of the sea, and her heart had entered the blue fairy tale world, allowing her fantasy to sail away at will.

After getting off the bus, Meng Ting followed the small number of tourists towards the empty and quiet beach. Who are the few tourists around her, Meng Ting doesn't know, she can only define them as travelers with the same purpose as herself according to the wayward thoughts in her heart at the moment. Autumn is not a good season to see the sea, the huge beach is only a few tourists, and the occasional gust of sea breeze will make people feel a chill. For Meng Ting, coming here to see the sea today is not a use, but a visual feast that has never been seen before. If you grew up in the depths of the mountains, you don't know how the mountains and the sea will be different from the same elements of nature.

Meng Ting came to a rock on the coast, she faced the blue in front of her, and her heart, which had been suppressed for a long time, disappeared without a trace unconsciously, and she only had infinite freedom of imagination in her heart. On this day, the air was very quiet, there was no strong wind blowing, and the vast sea became calm, only a few undulating waves told Meng Ting that its name was the sea. Meng Ting quietly looked at the blue that greeted her eyes, the sea she saw today was completely different from the sea she saw in the book, and the sea written in some books was a stormy wave crashing on the shore, majestic, and it was the most powerful force between heaven and earth. In some books, the sea is a lively and romantic place, or families are playing freely in the sea in swimsuits, or lovers who are in love leaning on each other to tell the sea about their love. However, the sea under the autumn sun seems to have suddenly become an elegant girl, no longer willful, no longer angry and roaring, but full of poetry contained in the heart.

The Creator is miraculous, sending mountains and seas to the earth, and these two natural landscapes show each other as far as the eye can see. Meng Ting looked at the sea and recalled the mountains of her hometown, whether it was the mountains of her hometown or the vast sea in front of her, they would give people an endless sense of freedom. The sea, like the mountains, changes throughout the year, and when the wind blows, the sea transforms into a roaring lion that violently pounds the shore with all its strength. But when there is no wind, the sea will be like a child falling asleep. The sea is not only a blue fairytale world, but also a place full of magic, especially the enchanting blue that brightens the eyes of the viewer.

After standing on the rock for a long time, Meng Ting walked down from the rock and walked slowly on the soft and comfortable sand, while continuing to look at the blue sea. At this moment, the calm sea is like my current self, two good friends passed away in the flower season a month ago, and my heart was stung many times at that time, and college life was like moving forward in a torrential rain. One month after coming to Taiwan, the new environment brought me a peaceful lifestyle, and my sad soul seemed to be washed away by the deep blue of the sea, leaving only blank space, and I felt a simple and peaceful day alone. After walking for a while, Meng Ting also saw the fishing boats floating on the sea, like a fallen leaf in the water, adding a wisp of modified symbols to the single blue. When she saw the fishing boat, Meng Ting remembered Yu Manxue and Wang Letian who had left her, she looked at the white clouds in the distance and felt that it was their shadow, and the slight waves on the shore were them shouting their names. I don't know how they are living in another world, whether they will live like their current self and only have dreamy imaginations in life, without crying sadly.

For a whole afternoon, Meng Ting has been guarding this beach, sometimes sitting on the rocks and looking into the distance, and sometimes strolling on the beach. In the evening, the tide begins to rise, and the light of the setting sun is sprinkled on the sea at this moment, and the blue water is instantly painted golden, just like the mountains of my hometown, and the green waves gathered by thousands of plants and trees in the sunset are covered with a layer of gold, showing another color to the world. Under the light of the setting sun, the sea is sparkling, and the rising tide is like a piece of burning flame, flickering and jumping with the unique sound of the sea. Fishing boats are also heading back to the coast with a full harvest. Meng Ting saw the fishing boat and the sea at sunset, she was completely intoxicated, at a glance, the red clouds and the red sea hugged each other, the returning fishing boat seemed to be wandering in the painting, everything in front of her was full of magic, but also full of poetry. Meng Ting did not hesitate to take a picture of this beautiful scenery with her mobile phone in time, and the photo frozen on her mobile phone looked like an oil painting in an art museum. Immediately after that, Meng Ting kept looking for angles, taking pictures of the sea and beaches, fishing boats and waves, rocks and clouds under the sunset.

On that day, Meng Ting was the last to leave, and when she left, half of the sunset had already fallen into the ocean, the golden yellow slowly receded, and the moonlight gradually occupied the sky above the sea. That night, Meng Ting stayed overnight in a hotel by the sea. Meng Ting, who was still immersed in the sea, deliberately asked the hotel waiter to open a room facing the sea, and when she didn't enter the room, Meng Ting kept thinking that looking at the moonlit sea would definitely be a different feeling, and the sea would also show another magic.

Back in the hotel room, Meng Ting first took a hot bath, then turned off the light in the room, and sat alone on the soft chair and looked at the sea under the moon. Looking at the sea from the top of a hotel and looking at the sea from the beach are two different feelings, and at the moment, looking at the sea in the darkness of the moon and the lights makes it even more vast. The moonlight tonight did not disappoint Meng Ting, and sprinkled wisps of pure light on the seawater. The moonlight leaning on the sea, blinking with the undulating water, looks like a fairy in a fairy tale. Meng Ting looked at the sea under the moon, and the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide pierced the quiet night and kept echoing in her ears. The tide rises and falls, the rhythm is soothing, not hurried or slow, although monotonous, but very pleasant. Legend has it that Beethoven's moonlight song is to sit in front of the beach under the moon, listen to the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide, and follow the flow of thoughts in one go. The beauty of the moonlight and the sea has always been a dazzling halo in the history of Chinese and foreign development. Wang Bo has the magnificence of "the moon is born on the sea", and Zhang Ruoxu has the legend of "the tide of the spring river is even with the sea, and the bright moon on the sea is born together". Looking at the moonlit sea, although there is only one color and one sound, it does not make people feel monotonous.

Meng Ting kept her mind calm until she went to bed at ten o'clock at night, and after she turned off the lights and lay down, the moonlight was still gentle, and the music of the ebb and flow of the tide was still continuous.