Swan Sea
Text: Zhou Zheng
I met the swans at sea, the sea of the East.
The snow is coming, the swans are coming, the dynamic picture in the sky, the beauty is trembling. But the sea is idyllic, quiet and pleasant.
The moment the swan landed on the sea, the palms were propped up, like an airplane sliding, pulling up a long water mark, followed by dancing, this sea ballet, sounding the intoxicating "Swan Dance", the story of the white swan and the prince, the sea and sky feast is difficult to repeat. The waves climax, dance to climax, the snow in the sky is like falling feathers, rising and falling on the waves, but not afraid of the high waves, with the reeds, singing a song of white swans.
I love it here because there are swans here!
I love it here because this sea is the Swan Sea!
(Zhou Zheng's mobile phone shot)
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