Jazz Wynyard:
You and I met for the first time.
In the Venetian port, the sea water is clear and blue, and the clear sky is infinitely far away, connecting with the sea. There was a whistle, and the long sound seemed to open up another world. In an instant, time stopped, and you broke into my field of vision.
You are wearing a white skirt that reaches your ankles. The gentle sea breeze blows by, tufting your long brown hair. The white gauze is swaying, as if flowers are blooming in the sky. The sea and sky are the most beautiful backgrounds, and you are the most beautiful person in this painting.
I am reminded of a Chinese idiom, a startling glance.
So, never forget it.
----This feeling is not yet young.