A view from the memory

Sunrise, sunset, the sun every day; sun, moon, stars, every day replace each other ...... everyone will take a different path, see different scenery ...... I will not forget Li Qingzhao's "and shy away, leaning on the door to look back, but the green plum smell "; nor will I forget how Wen Tianzhang chanted the poem "Life is ancient who does not die, leave the heart to shine" at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, but what I remember most is watching the sunrise ...... at 3:30 in the morning. A group of us got up early. It was still night, and the sky was cloudy and dreary. Despite having watched the weather forecast, saying that the weather is good, but still some but heart. Uncle looked up at the sky and reassured us with experience that the weather was good today and we could definitely see the sunrise at the beach. Standing on the beach, the breeze blew across my face ...... the sky by the sea was very cloudy, I don't know if it was because of the dark sky or what, no moonlight, but there was a very strong wind. Roll down the window and take a deep breath, the moist air is mixed with only the fragrance of the sea. Compared to the thick air in the big city, the air at the beach is fresh and sweet. I know, I like it here. "The sun is full of sprinkles, the sea level love song lilting ......" looking at the rising sun, looking at that step to the sea, see the eastern sky is smeared with a light red, like a shy girl just learned to dress up, still embarrassed to put their Those lips painted red some, and that light red halo extremely irregular, a hundred lazy smeared in the sky of the sea.

The sea is calm, like a child who has not yet woken up, quietly lying there sleeping soundly, lovely; the surface of the sea layer by layer of waves swaying slightly, white froth, paragraph by paragraph wave by wave, one at a time, kissing the beach, softly I stood at the shore, the refreshing sea breeze swept my long hair, I looked at the surface of the sea slightly floating ripples, I think she is really like a large mirror, reflecting the wide and faraway pale sky; and like a pregnant baby waiting to give birth to the mother, quietly waiting for the sun to come out when the clouds rolled.

However, I waited for a long time, the sun still no signs of emergence, layer upon layer of dark clouds from the southwest to the northeast, like a thousand horses crowded pile in the eastern part of the sky. The two pieces of the red halo to cover up the shadows of no comprehensive. I think the sun or also like people, there are shy times, is extremely reluctant to appear in the crowd; perhaps she does not want to be with the dark clouds, far away from hiding; perhaps afraid of waking up the sleeping children, or ......

"Grandpa, why is the sun not out yet?" I was guessing and thinking when a little girl beside me asked an old man who was fishing for sea cabbage.

The old man didn't look up, shaking the sea cabbage he picked up from the sea in the clear sea water and said, "The sun is tired."

"The sun is tired." What a novel answer! Does the eternal star of the universe also get tired and exhausted?

The dark clouds would not clear for a long time. A group of people on the seashore went away disappointed. The little girl and the old man with white hair were still picking up sea cabbage with their bare feet and bending over. I asked curiously, "What are you doing here?" The old man replied, "This is sea cabbage, it is edible and very nutritious." I looked along the beach, and sure enough, in the shallow sea water, surging with tender green sea cabbage, some washed gently to the beach by waves, tender, smooth and moist, still seems to carry the breath of life.

I walked barefoot along the beach for a long, long time, the wind was getting cooler and cooler, it was like I had found my naughty childhood, like I had explored the source of life, for a time I was romantic and flawless, scattered and free. I left my shallow footprints on the beach, and was immediately swamped by the rushing seawater. I gazed at the unperturbed sea, looking at the gradually far away to the sea fishing sails, thinking: today I may not have a chance with the sun, the sun may indeed be as the old man said, she is indeed tired ......

At this time, the eastern sky is a foggy cloud, gray and heavy, gloomy and sullen. The sea, still calm, only slightly smoky sea breeze, with a salty and fishy smell blowing over, so that I feel a burst of comfort and reverie infinite. A dark cloud drifted over and dropped a few drops of rain, cold and icy. A while later, the sea drifted foggy rain, fine and dense, oblique roaming over the sea. The wind blew over, rolling up a thousand snow waves, a "clattering" sound. I suddenly remembered a lyric by Mao Zedong, which seems to have been written here: "The rain fell on the swallow, white waves, the sky, Qinhuangdao off the fishing boat, a sea is missing ......"

I don't know how many days have passed, the sky is gray, the sea is also gray, like the fields burned by fire after autumn, a blank and pale look. For a while, the eastern sky has a little fish-belly white scene, but there is still no hint of red. The sea, unusually calm, from time to time one or two seagulls flying close to the surface. In the coast covered with fine sand, the waves very gently rhythmically lapping again and again, a "wow - wow -" sound, and then back to a piece of white froth quietly recede, and then come up again.

The seaside is crowded with travelers, waiting patiently, looking forward to.

The sea breeze blew in a gust, gentle and cool. At that moment, there was a stirring in the crowd. I saw a hint of red in the sky, faint, like a peach blossom, and then gradually increased in color, into brown, into red, into red, like a long silk, draped in the eastern sky, and the sea very tenderly entwined together, for a long time reluctant to tear away. The silk seems to be immersed in the sea, the sea was dyed red in a flash. Another moment, the silk red more colorful, covered with moist luster, like a red glass solution, began to spread out, and gradually expanded her range, the sea also blotted and shivered slightly, as if a large piece was torn. But the sun still did not reveal its face, why is she so squirming to cover up a thousand times to come out? Is not well groomed and dressed? Or fear of laughing at her rouge is too red and too bright? Or is full of spring, afraid that people will see through her heart dyed red by the spring?

The sea breeze is still blowing in bursts, I seem to feel that the wind is also dyed red, dyed the sea, dyed my hair my face, dyed the beach beneath me, I and the people around me seem to be bathed in a world of red. For the wind was blowing from the place where the red satin was torn, from the heart of the sun was nurtured, generated, and erupted. Of course, perhaps the sun squeezed the sea. And at this very moment, the sun finally showed a little face, bloody, like a baby. A cheer erupted from the crowd: "Ah! The sun! The sun! The sun has finally come out!" But at this point the sun red Ran, as if just slipped out of the mother, there is still a sense of attachment, slowly in stripped with the seawater, dragging a long tail, slowly upward born, the seawater seems to shake violently, a red flash, a shimmering, a brilliant splendor. After a few seconds, she stood up on her feet and rose sharply upward, gray, silent and dark sky, suddenly haze like fire, the sea like a tide, across the sky across the sea, as if you can hear the "beeping and peeling" burning sound ......

Ah! The sun is still the sun, when she rests well, she still burns like fire, vigorous flashing, with her selflessness and broad-mindedness shining the sea, shining on earth!

A person, a lifetime will walk countless roads, see countless scenery, but there will always be so many different scenery in your mind lingering, just like this sunrise ......