Looking for a place in the evening pavilion, you can see the boundless sea.
There were several turbulences in the vastness, and the smoke waves rolled up and hit the shore. The jade broke for a moment, and then returned to the magnificent waves, and then made high waves again.
——The sea is flowing across the sea, and in the darkness of time, a majestic myth is carved out with strength and courage. The ebb and flow of the tide, the rushing waves record its former prosperity.
What if the prosperity is gone?
I lay drunk in the pavilion at night and watched the wind and clouds pass away.
Once upon a time, the vast sea fell into eternal silence after the ups and downs and stormy waves...
The sundial dries up and the new wind destroys it;
The "car crack" was as violent as the sky and the earth shattering, and the "Ling Chi" was as violent as the earth's fire.
The sea has dried up.
I am so heartbroken that not a drop of tears is left behind in the once vast expanse of blue waves...
After years of loneliness, I suddenly found a stream of coolness flowing slowly through my cracked heart, peaceful and tranquil.
It is a spring with thin water gushing out.
I smiled bitterly in my heart: The sea has dried up. Even if you seep in for another ten thousand years, the mud will still be mud, and the soil will still be soil. How can you still reproduce the surging momentum at that time?
The spring is speechless, but the divine water remains the same. The shining water under the moon is long, quiet and tranquil.
The sun rises in the southeast, and when I first wake up after drinking, a touch of bright green stimulates my sleepy eyes. Opening my eyes and looking outside the pavilion, I saw a field of fragrant grass stretching into the sky.