The Midsummer of Northeastern Past

Picking up bits and pieces of shells on the coast, gentle white waves hit from the vast sea from time to time, the salty sea breeze blows away time, the setting sun and the sand complement each other, and where the sea and the sky meet, the afterglow of the setting sun fills the ocean. The night wiped away the last ray of the setting sun, and the night was like a velvet curtain in a theater, slowly falling. When I suddenly looked back, I could no longer see my shadow, and I realized that I could not recover all that. ----------"Past Stories from Dongbai·Sunset and Sea"