On the ocean where the wind and waves passed, a large ship sailed into the dark night, facing the rising sun. My friend, I should not have come here, dear captain. Please let go of me as a painter, and I will float alone at sea, if the oil drums and wooden boards can return to port safely. Please also throw me an oar, and my tired hands will try to clench my heart, and row mechanically. I also want to fight the ocean currents, though it's not the wings of a bird. I opened my cracked and swollen lips, and my body seemed to weigh 2,000 kilograms. I felt that I couldn't see anything clearly. It seemed that my legs had turned into tail fins. The gulps of sea water accumulated fat in my body. I drifted into the sea drowsy, swimming around unconsciously. Oh, I hear your cheers, fearless first mate, and handsome captain. You dragged me into the boat, and cut open my head, my abdominal cavity. The oil taken out will eventually burn the ship into a bursting flame. Oh! I thought of a beautiful wife! Like the lines wafting out of the abstract painting, like the chirping of the sea whale. They all left me, facing the rising sun. ——lv_8.27
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