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"The evening breeze breeze Penghu Bay white waves chasing the beach No coconut grove drunken slanting sun just a piece of aqua blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door over and over again nostalgia is also dusk on the beach with footprints two and a half that is Grandma's hand

"The evening breeze gently blows Penghu Bay White waves chase the beach

There is no coconut grove drunken slanting sun, just a sea blue

Sitting on the low wall in front of the door, thinking about it over and over again

It's also dusk on the beach with two and a half pairs of footprints

It was Grandma holding my wand and gently holding my hand."

In the music class of the primary school, the teacher taught everyone to sing this song "Grandma's Penghu Bay", at that time, I felt that the lyrics and mood were beautiful. If you have never seen the sea, you naturally don't know what the beach looks like.

Later, I listened to the "Song of Gulangyu Island".

"The sea around Gulangyu Island is vast, and the sea is bulging with waves

Gulangyu Island is far away from Taiwan Island, and Taiwan is my hometown

In this song, there is also the beautiful port of Keelung, these names are beautiful, across the strait, sharing a piece of the sun and the moon.

When people look into the distance by the sea, do they wait for the ship to enter the harbor, or wait for a letter that has crossed the sea?

#两岸文化寻宝 #

"The evening breeze breeze Penghu Bay white waves chasing the beach No coconut grove drunken slanting sun just a piece of aqua blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door over and over again nostalgia is also dusk on the beach with footprints two and a half that is Grandma's hand
"The evening breeze breeze Penghu Bay white waves chasing the beach No coconut grove drunken slanting sun just a piece of aqua blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door over and over again nostalgia is also dusk on the beach with footprints two and a half that is Grandma's hand
"The evening breeze breeze Penghu Bay white waves chasing the beach No coconut grove drunken slanting sun just a piece of aqua blue sitting on the low wall in front of the door over and over again nostalgia is also dusk on the beach with footprints two and a half that is Grandma's hand

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