At this time, the only thing I thought of was able to express my inner feelings.
Yes , there is only "The Sea" by Alexander Kieran. In the world, the most magnificent is the sea, and the most patient is also the sea. The sea, like a tame elephant, carries the insignificant people of the earth on its broad back, while the vast, deep, green water is devouring all disasters on the earth. If the sea is cunning, that's not correct, because it never promises anything. Its huge heart, which is the only healthy heart in a miserable world, has neither any extravagant hope nor any nostalgia, it is always beating peacefully and freely.
When people are sailing on the waves, the sea sings its ancient songs. Many people don't understand these songs at all, but for those who hear this kind of song, the feeling is different, because the sea uses a variety of special languages for everyone who meets each other.
For the barefoot children who are catching crabs, the gleaming green sea shows a smiling face; in front of the ship, the sea is surging with blue waves, throwing cool, salty droplets onto the deck; on the shore, thick and muddy The huge gray waves were smashed into pieces; while people's sleepy eyes were looking at the gray and white breaking waves by the shore for a long time, the long waves were like brilliant rainbows washing the flat sandy beach. There is a mysterious meaning in the rumble of the stormy waves hitting the shore. Everyone thinks about their own thoughts and nods for sure, as if thinking that the sea is his friend—this friend knows everything and remembers everything. .
However, no one understands what the sea is to the residents of the sea—they have never talked about this, even though they have lived in front of the sea all their lives. The sea is not only their human society, but also their advisor; the sea is both their friend and their enemy; the sea is not only their place of work, but also their grave. Therefore, they are all silent. Hai's attitude changed, and their expressions also changed, sometimes calm, sometimes panicked, and sometimes stubborn.
However, let such a seaside resident move to the mountains or the wonderful gorge, and give him the best food and very soft sleeping berths-he would not taste this kind of food, nor would he want to sleep in this kind of berth. He would involuntarily climb from one hill to another, until a familiar blue thing appeared on the horizon far, far away. At that time, his heart will beat happily, and he will stare at a bright blue band in the distance until the band expands into the blue sea.
But he didn’t say a word...
"Yours Forever"
Here we are in the grays of winter
Here we are just me and you
Hold my hand
Let's face tomorrow
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
This precious time
We've only borrowed
The autumn winds have blown on through
A quiet thought will tell our story
Tomorrow still holds out its hand to you
Yes, tomorrow still holds out its hand to you
Here's some wings
They're yours forever
And here's some dreams that will come true
Take these tears wash away your sorrow
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Yes, tomorrow still holds out its hands
To you
Yes, tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
PS: The
ending song is bizarre and difficult to find, and finally find such a link , Friends who like it can download here: http://good.gd/279046.htm
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