I saw him next to the sea. He is clearly an old man, but his eyes are brighter than that of a young man like me, like the North Star in the sky, like a torch in the darkness, like the waves on the sea, his eyes looking towards the sea are gentle and lingering.
I spent three days at the beach. The sea breeze gently brushed my cheek, making my heart unexpectedly warm.
There may be attractions between similar people. He and I are the same kind of people, but we are not the same kind of people. But we felt like old friends at first sight.
I can't forget the old man walking on the beach.
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