The poet stretched out his arms against the sea breeze, his messy hair roaming freely on his little round face, and he cried out: "On the vast sea, the wind gathers dark clouds. Between the clouds and the sea, the petrel flies proudly like black lightning. One moment its wings touched the waves, the next it rushed straight into the clouds, and it cried,—— and in the brave cry of the birds, the clouds heard joy......

At that time, Gorky's Haiyan was a famous poem, which was a totem that the young generation of New China was proud of, and it deeply inspired a generation of people to swim on the sea like a petrel, and the endless freedom and freedom between heaven and earth. The rest of the people also began to memorize this poem that everyone knew.

"In this cry, there is a longing for the storm! In this shout, the clouds heard the power of anger, the fire of passion, and the confidence of victory. Li Xin continued: "The seagulls moaned and groaned before the storm, and they flew on the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea......

Everyone also followed suit, they felt that they were the petrel written by Gorky at this moment, and the sea was now at their feet, and the fire of youth would completely ignite this cold sea, and the grandiose ambitions they had fantasized about along the way would finally come to the moment when they were about to be realized!

As everyone knows, dreams are always beautiful, but reality is often cruel......

The first thing to face on this sea is the fickle weather, and the afternoon is still good, but before dark, the old torturer frowned, he took a puff of dry smoke and said: "It's not good that there will be a rain tonight, Xiao Wang, you wait and take a few people to the boat to bring the linoleum in the cabin to cover this roof." ”

Wang Ling looked at the few reddish clouds in the distance, and thought to himself, isn't this what the old family often says about burning the sky, how can there be rain? But he did it anyway, and soon after the linoleum was carried ashore, he felt some obvious changes in the sea breeze, and Lao Xing said that the rain might not be able to run away, and asked everyone to hurry up and eat something to find something to burn.

There were very few plants on the bare island, and all they could find were dead dry mosses and miscellaneous trees that had drifted away from afar at high tide, and they soon understood the importance of these things. The temperature difference between day and night on the island is greater than they could have imagined, and fire is the second most important thing to survive here after freshwater.

The linoleum was not an unlimited supply, this thing was still a rare item at that time, a material extracted from asphalt to keep out the rain, this roll of linoleum was specially approved by Lao Xing from the commune secretary, this thing was not for their use, but to stand above the fire. Although they came from the north, and it was the season of snow in the north, the sea was indeed a tropical region, and you couldn't wear too many thick clothes, but the rain mixed with the sea breeze could penetrate into people's bones.

Before dark, dark clouds could be seen rolling up on the sea in the distance, and Haiyan pressed her body very low and skimmed. Several women drank hot water and ate dry food, complaining that the thing was as hard as a stone.

"The steamed buns in my house are like fat dolls that have just been born, white and soft, this ......" The girl pointed to the black mass in her hand and said, "How can people swallow this!" ”

"If you don't eat it, if you don't eat it, you can give it to me." Lao Pi grabbed the half of the steamed bun and said: "I have long heard that fish are eaten on this sea, but don't blame me for not telling you, if you want to eat a steamed bun here in the future, it is estimated that you will not even be able to make up for the New Year, have you ever seen wheat planted on the sea?" ”

Lao Pi's words woke everyone up, all of this seemed to be gradually distanced from the world of their dreams, and these young people who had been away from home for many days began to think of the past time, and after a short memory, there was a gloomy sadness......

It is true that this bit of noodles is not easy to come by, Lao Xing didn't say anything, just took out a dried fish from the bag and chewed it in his mouth, this kind of dried fish they have tried, all of them were choked by the thick fishy smell as soon as they were put into their mouths, everything seemed to indicate that there were more unaccustomed things waiting for them......

The wind and rain finally arrived according to Lao Xing's expectations, and the people who snuggled together tried to get into the place closest to the fire, because there was a shelter overhead. The boys generously made concessions, Lao Xing wiped his five or six halves with a black oil step on the side, and suddenly he looked up at Wang Ling and said, "Will you use this?" ”

Wang Ling shook his head bitterly and gently, Lao Xing seemed a little disappointed, but then Lao Pi said, "I will use this thing." ”

"Really?" "Seriously, isn't it just a handful of five or six and a half, and the 200-meter pigeon is never a miss."

Lao Xing handed over the gun in his hand suspiciously, only to see Lao Pi take it in his hand and aim at it, then quickly pull the bolt of the gun, open the safe, and the action looked like he had been practiced. "The gun is well maintained, but in the end, the seaside is very salty and humid, and the metal on the outside is a little rusty, but it is indeed a good gun."

Lao Xing saw that he was playing well, but he immediately took it back and said: "Don't mess around, in case you get angry...... he just lowered his head and raised his head to look at Lao Pi and said: "I will keep the first half of the night at night, and the two of you will be companions for the second half of the night, and then go to sea at dawn." ”

Lao Pi got up and looked at the wind and rain outside, only to hear the waves crashing back and forth against the reef as if they were playing with their lives, and he said: "Master Torture, you are joking with me, what kind of midnight do you have to keep in this place where there are no beasts and no enemies?" ”

"I said I wanted it," Lao Xing muttered two sentences and stopped, his eyes were written with a hint of complexity, and then he sighed and said, "Things on this sea are different from what you see. ”

"Yo, it looks like there's a story to hear." The poet was still soft just now, and suddenly turned over and said: "Old man, you are drifting on the sea at this age, can you tell us the story of this sea, I have read the villain book before, saying that there are pirates on this sea." Old man, is this pirate as the book says there are countless treasures of gold and silver? ”

"Don't talk nonsense." Old Xing glared at him and said: "The people in the sea are straight, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and the water to eat the water, now this South China Sea is the territory of our Chinese, where are there any pirates, just like this, you are tired of sleeping all day, I keep vigil." ”

This so-called vigil, Lao Xing said that it is to keep adding firewood, as long as the fire here is not extinguished until dawn, the task is completed. But Wang Ling felt that this didn't seem to need Lao Xing's big circle, and just wanted to ask something, Lao Xing gave him a look, which meant to let the others fall asleep first.

After a day of seasickness, coupled with the previous days and nights of green cars, this person's fatigue will indeed make sleep come earlier. After a while, snoring began to sound in the venue, and Wang Ling also wanted to sleep, but he tried hard to fight with his eyelids, it seemed that Lao Xing intended to choose two leaders in this group of people, and by all indications, these two people were Lao Pi and him.

About half an hour later, Lao Pi gently tugged at Wang Ling's clothes and whispered, "Fourth brother, that old man has something to explain, it's almost time to wake up." ”

"I didn't sleep," Wang Ling closed his eyes and whispered, "When we're out of the house, we'll act when we have the opportunity." ”

Lao Xing pretended to cough twice, and the two of them took this opportunity to rub their eyes one after another, the rain outside was still unabated, but the sleeping people were indeed tired, and they didn't notice anything strange at all. As soon as he saw Lao Xing's bitter gourd face, Lao Pi first said: "Mr. This is the Bodhi Patriarch in "Journey to the West" who ignited Sun Monkey, and he deliberately wants to explain something to us?" ”

Lao Xing looked at the two of them with some satisfaction: "You two are the most clever, you have to keep vigil on this sea, and you are guarding against some things that do not haunt during the day." With that, he got up and looked at the roaring darkness outside, and said, "If you see stars on the sea in the second half of the night, you don't have to pay attention to it, and it disturbs those things that sail on the sea." ”

"What's the matter, isn't there a ghost on this sea?" Wang Ling thought to himself that there were still people who dared to say that there were ghosts and monsters in these years, wouldn't that be a violation of the red line of feudal superstition, and then look at Lao Xing like a decent person, if this word came out of their mouths, I was afraid that Lao Xing would not be able to eat and walk around.

"It's not strange to see too much, I'm afraid that you will be out of proportion when the time comes, and something will happen when there are too many people. The days to come are still long, there are more rules on the sea than on the ground, and those cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods are all passing by, so don't provoke them. After that, Lao Xing signaled that the two of them could rest, and he didn't say anything if he asked him more, looking at his serious appearance, I am afraid that the first night after entering the sea is destined to be as uncalm as the sea at this time.

There are many sayings on the sea, the Chinese pay attention to entering the soil for safety, and those who rely on the sea to eat are the most tragic once there is birth, old age, sickness and death at sea. In the past, there was no condition to preserve the corpses, and some dead crew members would be thrown into the sea at will, and some said that these crew members would be angry because they could not return to their hometowns, and over time they formed lonely ghosts adrift on the ocean, and they would turn into demons and try to attack those who passed by, in exchange for reincarnation.