Song of the Sea God

Hahahahahahahahahaha Arctic shrimp when I was a kid, salmon when I grow up. The difference is that Didi won't believe it anymore.

Are you drawing a snowball? ! What you like is holding hands!

So Nick has been secretly in love even in his old age. This kind of regret is quite touching.

I like it so much. I read the article by Fuai Weilhai and then read this one. I like it very much.

Hahahahahahahahaha why is Didi afraid of pink! !

Thoughts after watching "Song of Poseidon" It was only a few months later that I found out that the last episode had been completed. Last year, I was scratching my head because of the lack of updates to the episode. Now that it's over, I'm happy for their story, but also a little melancholy. Every time I read Seed's articles, I have some particularly fantastic dreams. The emotions that the author's writing touched me were combined with the plot of "The Secret of Edie Finch", and the images of "Blue Planet" gave me material for dreams. When I woke up, I could hear the sound of rippling sea water in my head (it's not that I had water in my head). This review is different from the review of "The Mermaid of Fuaiweihai". There is no emphasis on lyricism. Because this time the dream process is written in detail, it can actually be regarded as a record rather than a review. I became a skua, like in molly finch's fantasy. The wind blew across me forcefully, and my thick chest allowed me to ride the wind. So I looked down at the sea from the sky, where there were green islands and blue water. But the sea is a cold sea. Like the sea in the still image, it is calm and broad but seems thin, as if there is only sea water in this sea and no breath of life. I thought maybe I was too far away from her. As soon as I thought about it, I started to fall, and I felt the wind howling. Then, sink to the bottom. After countless tiny crystal bubbles dissipated, brilliant colors appeared before your eyes. Schools of fish swim leisurely through patches of gorgeous coral, and flamboyant conches move slowly on the rounded stones. There are countless lives buried under the silence of the sea. This is a tolerant sea, which is the huge power generated by the intersection of cold and warm currents. At this moment, I am a fish. The waves on the waves reflected on my body, and the floating water attracted my attention. The rain fell low on the water, making a noisy sound. A rainbow floated on the water, looking like a melted sun or a transparent mermaid. A voice chanted. This is the brightest rain I have ever seen. Sighing with satisfaction, I became a whale again. After crossing those overlapping, intersecting, and zigzagging flashes, and bypassing the volcanic rocks emitting warm currents, I finally came to this sea. There are no fluorescent stones or brightly colored shells here. Her rhythm is very slow, as if the fish living here are growing slowly because of this, and the time flowing here is also slowing down. There are no warm colors, even the sand is white, making her invisible at night. I can feel the rhythm of life under the water, feel her indescribable emotions, listen to her breathing, and talk to her. The strait seems to be washed away by the calmness and sadness after the chaos. In the silence, I saw someone setting off bright fireworks on the cracked ice, exploding fine slag on the ice. And every inch of her arc dancing under the light is filled with the pulse of life. Suddenly, as if it were part of the ocean, a giant whale rose out of the sea and swam into the dark sky. The aurora appeared. Then the monotonous and dense black night sky became magnificent. I became myself again. I lay on the shallow water covered with cool white sand and reached out to touch the fluorescent light flowing steadily in front of me. In my ears was the beautiful sound of the sea water, and there was some clear and long melody to match it. It was a song about the aurora sung by the mermaids in the cold waters. It said - the aurora illuminates the sea at night, and the sea guards the mermaids. The mermaids lie in the calm harbor, watching for tomorrow.

The gentle and considerate Poseidon is like an elder. He likes to make snowballs and is so cute!

Didi: I don't want to become a fan!

Super cute! Congratulations Didi, now the psychological shadow of childhood can be solved hahahahahahaha

After watching it, I always feel that I may be astringent? There are too many, and I always think about things that cannot be broadcast.