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Late at night, everything tends to be calm, like the moonlight of the water penetrating into the wide glass window, pouring a silver light like water on the bed, lying quietly in this light and shadow, I am drowsy, and my thoughts follow the bright moon, doing romantic reverie. The breeze outside the window blows the leaves, making a rustling sound, like a beautiful music, floating into the room with a burst of coolness, which makes my lonely heart inevitably have a faint sadness.
Through the window, with that faint sadness, I turned my head to look at the tile blue sky, which was spotlessly clear, like a blue sea. Yes, a sea, a sea of tranquility, a sea of many times I have longed for and loved. How many times has that sea, that sea that exudes a romantic atmosphere, how many times has it appeared in my dreams, how many times have I woken up at night and looked out the window alone. Its broad bosom always tolerated my willfulness, and I was once a splashing wave in its arms, and it stirred me up happily, placed it in his palm, carefully, for fear of falling on me and hurting me. I am like a fish again, happily swimming in its wide arms, in this sea I am happy like a bird, carefree, free to spread its wings, chasing the waves, flying in the endless sky, looking for the dream in my heart.
Only by being in the vast sea will my spiritual world become open, so that I have an impulse and desire for freedom in my heart. I was addicted to the sea. So the sea often intrudes into my dreams, with undulating waves, knocking on my heart, so that my mind opens the wings of the spirit and carries out a spiritual getaway. Sometimes it is overlooked that the sea cannot withstand the attack of the wind and waves, and once the wind rises, the sea will be choppy. Like my life, sometimes it stirs up waves. The tide rises and falls, comes and goes, recedes quickly, and seems to leave no trace. Only the wet beach proved that I had been there. Maybe I am a tearful grain of sand at the bottom of your sea, wet and weeping, destined to rise and fall with the waves, sometimes in the water, sometimes on the beach, alone in the ups and downs and turbulence to endure a wandering loneliness. Happiness is short-lived, your vastness, my smallness, your boundlessness, my drifting with the waves, everything I can't touch, I am like a drop in the ocean, I don't know where I am. Maybe one day, if you drop me, I will be doomed. But I was mentally prepared, and it was more dashing and magnificent to die in a violent way than to fall silently.
However, in the face of the vast sea, I finally chose to escape, not that I retreated, not that I was cowardly, but that my heart was tired, and my tired heart made me vulnerable, and I could not withstand the baptism of the wind and waves. I want to find some peace, maybe what I need is not the passion before the tide, but the peace that remains warm after the low tide, maybe I need a quiet harbor where my tired soul can rest temporarily. To leave you, not to prove is to forget. The short parting, the wind or the rain, the night, maybe laughing, maybe crying, I waved my hand, and a lonely road stretched out to both ends. Man, when he came to this world, although his life was only a short moment, the spiritual cross on his back that could not be thrown away, with a heavy ideological burden, doomed to the hardships of this life. The dream in your heart makes you walk on the road all your life, even if the footsteps of your lifelong dream do not stop, you may not necessarily go to the destination of the soul. Walking and being happy, on the road to pursuing dreams, enjoying a happy life experience is also a precious happiness.
Fortunately, there is the sea in the dream, let me be intoxicated, let me crazy, let me cry, the sea breeze does not scatter the memories of the past in my heart, but the sea is still vast, the sound of the waves is still spectacular, but the dream is difficult to realize. Love and hate for a moment, the cold moon is silent, the sky is speechless, between the waves, the love has gone with the wind, leaving a lonely and vague back in my heart, making my dream look forward to a wordless ending.
You are at one end of the sea, waiting for the next wave, and I am on this side of the sea looking for a harbor of the soul. I was searching, looking for the warm and welcoming harbor that belonged to me, and I wanted to swim in, even if it was a short stay, I just wanted to feel the tranquility of that moment. The earthly world of disturbances makes me so tired that I want to feel the tenderness and beauty in the harbor of the soul. Its tranquility calms my mind, and the occasional ripple also comes softly, walks gently, and lets it accompany me in my tired life. I longed, searched, for the spiritual harbor that belonged to me, to calm my restless heart.
Search for a lifetime, only for that harbor; hurry to pursue, or that harbor. No matter where you are, for you, I will not stop pursuing the pace of my life, no matter how far away you are from me, for you, I have put you in my heart all my life.
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