when i first saw the ocean in Shenzhen, a quiver of amazement went through me. the whole gulf lied in front of me while i stood on the top of the mountain bordered by the coast. dozens of islands in the color of green surrounded the deep-blue water under the golden sky. it looked like a big lake - larger than every single lake i had ever seen before. but i certainly knew it might not be just only a lake because there was a connection to the pacific ocean - the real greatest ocean on the earth - beyond the end of the sight. everything - especially me - was insignificant to this gorgeous landscape. the very creation of the world was telling the most mysterious legend of the old magical power of the nature to the susceptible 10 years old boy.

    once again i had an outing to the seaside during the last summer of my junior middle school time. i sat on the beach in the last night of the trip. the ocean made its sounds clear when the whole world buried in the darkness as the moon and the stars were hidden in the thick clouds. the wave sang to me, the wind caressed on me. with the intensive sense of peaceful comfort, i laid my head on my knees and fell asleep in no at all tme. that would be the most palatable sleeping until the drizzle wet my back and woke me up in the natural way.

    these momeries of the the ocean are always trying to push me down to the beach during the days when i am chasing my tail for something that i don’t even know what it is. i suppose I’d like to catch the breeze when it comes from the far far away ocean to the foggy city. perhaps a breeze is not able to blow out all the confusing stuffs around the air; but it carries the message from the wild wild ocean - the message that i’ve first learned in the 10th year of my life.

    “键盘酱，你好脏哦...”
    “还不是因为你个扑街！”
    “...（捂脸）”