Yihai

The sea is the place that countless children yearn for most. It always carries waves of waves with dreams and hopes, passionate and unrestrained. In my memory, the sea is always so soft, so clear, so vast, so boundless.​

Cool sea breeze, cool water. On the powerless sea surface, a large number of giant fishing boats moved up and down along with the rippling blue waves, showing an atmosphere of joy.​

The tides wash up on the beach one after another, sometimes bringing us some beautiful shells. After the tide goes out, the children who come to play on the beach rush to grab it like the wind. Pick up those beautiful shells that have been stranded on the shore by the low tide. And we are no exception.