Lingluohai is a crying sea. It has a weeping mythology.
My mother has long, wavy hair, like the rolling waves of the scattered sea. She loves to pull my hair. She would suddenly start screaming and thrashing me hysterically one night. My father always turned away at that time. His back is to me. I couldn't see his expression clearly. He ignored my crying tears and soft black hair.
Mother and father love each other deeply. Love so much that no one can come between them. Including me.
I often think that maybe I shouldn't be in this world. And the only thing this world has given me is that piece of crying scattered sea. I listened to its rolling tide. I feel my life slipping away.
I know that one day I will say to it: Goodbye, my dear Lingluohai.
I know that the last tear will always be shed on its sandy borders.
But until then. Please allow me to return to London first. I haven't said goodbye to Alison and Alina yet. And my beloved who I love deeply.
How should I say goodbye to you. But I know you understand. When my life comes to an end, all I have left is the sea. That ocean of crying.
(This is a very bad article. I will revise it after I pass the high school entrance examination...)