In the pattering rain, "I" stood on the shore of the East China Sea, blinded by the wind and sand, but my tears had already been shed two years ago. The memory goes back to my youth, when "I" and my best friend skipped class and stole apples, and he took charge of the punishment; while catching crabs by the stream, he carefully applied medicine to "me" who was pinched. Every detail along the Tamsui stream connected the two of us together, creating the most sincere bond between them. After graduation, they met again. The young people's spirits remained unchanged. Their best friends talked about their dream of opening a bakery in the East China Sea - it was the longing of the mountain children for the salty sea breeze and the distance. The two agreed to meet at the seaside. But after "I" returned home, the crow of the crow heralded bad news. My best friend drowned in the newly built reservoir in my hometown. This young man who was familiar with water and could catch crabs was eventually swallowed up by the fresh water. "I" guard the earthen grave in the East China Sea, smelling the salty and bitter sea breeze, and whispering to the mound where my best friends and dreams are buried. The wind carries the gravel and falls into the sea. The sound of rushing is like the undissipated laughter of a young man.
Intent: This is a short story that uses small things to make big things happen. It blends the promises I made when I was a boy, my unfulfilled dreams, and the separation of life and death into the taste of fresh water and sea water.