The house is not very big, the white wall and blue window are very clean. When you push the window, you will see the sea. The sea is blue and black, and it is blue. The waves are pushed over in rows and rows, smashed on the reef and scattered with countless white foam. When it first arrived, it was afternoon, the sun slanted on the water, beating ten thousand Venus, shaking people can't open their eyes.
The furnishings in the house are simple, one bed, one table, one bathtub, and the bedding smells of sunlight, which must be often sun-dried.
The best thing is the bar in the yard, but three feet square, with two wicker chairs, I often in the evening, make a pot of local tea, sit there and watch the sea. The sea is gradually dark, blue and deep, and ink blue, finally mixed with the sky. The first fire lit up, staggering, like a star drunk by the waves.
Early in the morning, it was awakened by the sound of the waves. The tide rose and retreated, never tired. Barefooted to the beach, fine sand overflowed from the cracks of the toes, cold and soft. The fishermen who got up early had already sailed out to sea in the small boat, shrinking into a few black spots in the distance.
Occasionally, I hid in the house and listened to the rain beating the window. The rain on the sea came in a hurry, went quickly, and the sky was clear in a blink of an eye. At this time, the air was very fresh, with a salty smell, and the five internal organs were stretched out.
I lived for a long time and forgot the time. The numbers on the calendar were just cages drawn by people themselves. Here time is calculated by tides, and life is measured by sunrise and sunset.
On the eve of the departure, the moonlight was excellent, and the sea paved a silver road, as if straight to the moon. I think about Su Zizhan's sight, but so.