The damp air of the night turned into a sparkling dewdrop, and when you look at the morning glow, the top of the tender grass hangs the crystal morning dew, which is very beautiful, like the stars reflected on the green lake, and like a carpet sprinkled with fine silver.

The sun had just sunk out of the ground, and the red glow and dense purple clouds were shadowing the eastern dawn. These vivid and brilliant colors are constantly changing.

Relaxed, flowing clouds fluttering in the air, white clouds, fluttering in the early morning sky, faint cloud shadows, in the increasingly bright background, gradually transparent.

In the distance, a grey seagull flew from behind a medium-sized, shabby, sailing boat, slightly faster than the ship, and it slowly glided over the porthole, gliding as if it were moving, tilting its head to the side and peering down with one eye—a round, expressionless, senseless eye.

The people on the boat looked hopelessly at the vast blue sea, their hearts were filled with ripples of despair, spreading in the chest circle after circle, the food was gone, and the fresh water was already only a thin layer, pitifully attached to the bottom of the tank, everyone's face was more or less dry shell, and at the touch of a light, there were fine, white dander falling down, and the lips were cracked, and if you said a few more words, you felt a trace of irrepressible pain.

The morning fog gradually dissipated, the morning glow was like a brocade, the people on the boat, who had been tortured by **, were about to collapse, there was a person, lying on the side of the boat, with distracted eyes, in the place where the sea and the sky meet, hovering aimlessly, suddenly, he became excited, with the vocal cords that were about to lose his voice, he tried his best, fighting the remaining strength, with the strength of his chest, as much as possible with the current maximum volume, roaring: "There is an island, there is an island, it must be the gods who came to save us." ”

Some of the people on the boat, some of them showed a wry smile on their faces, some of them barely supported their bodies, and in the direction of the shouting person, with a little hope, opened their deep-set eyes, looked blankly, and some cursed painfully, saying anything, and touching a mirage, or rather, it was a complete hallucination, and some people, even with the only remaining strength, slowly grabbed it, and the hard objects around them smashed at the shouting people.

The sea breeze with the fishy smell of jellyfish continued to blow, the old sails were blown like a full-term child, a gentle wave hit, the boat was sent closer, the reef floating above the waves was shy to be revealed, hundreds of seagulls with open wings were also bustling in the sea and air.

The fog is getting scarcer and thinner, one by one, and the smoky islands, like chains, are across the vast deep sea, looking from afar, like "fairy mountains on the sea".

The boat was blown closer and closer, and all the people on board were cheered up, and everyone went about their own thing, like finding an oasis in the desert, and even if it was only the last sip of water, they had to drink it with the last of their strength.

Everyone, calmly doing what they are doing, carefully avoiding the reef, slowly, sailed into a leeward bay, standing on the boat, you can actually see, on the island, in the grass, the clumps of flowers are hung with crystal dewdrops, in the golden sunshine looks extraordinarily gorgeous.