It was dusk the next day when she arrived at the beach. The setting sun had not yet set, and only half of his face was exposed, making his and her shadows very long. The waves rolled, lapping at the golden beach, and white seagulls flew across the sea. What a beautiful picture! A bag of paper cranes in her hand fell on the beach, and she stretched out her arms to let the sea breeze blow. At this time, a miracle happened. A thousand paper cranes all flew up and surrounded her. She was so happy that she spun in place. I finished reading "Water Margin", an excellent literary masterpiece, with excitement.
