2. The waves rushed to the shore, splashing waves more than one meter high, and blossoming snow-white crystal pears.

Snow-white waves roll along the coast. It's like hanging a silver chain on the chest of this sea area.

4. The morning tide gently beats the reef, like a waking child slapping a pillow, stretching and exhaling a refreshing breath.

This ever-changing sea spreads endlessly, sometimes turning into tender purple, sometimes into smoky white, and sometimes covered with a layer of blue.

6. Yes! Blue panorama. Naive, transparent, pure, quiet, enough to melt their own color, which is the only color given to the sea by nature.

7. The green sea is as soft as silk and slightly rippling. From a height, the smoke is boundless and endless; Sometimes, the sea is at your feet, whispering softly.

8. The sea woke up, panting, leaning over, yawning, stretching and wiping his eyes. Because the island blocked its rotation, it kicked, pushed and bit with its teeth.

9. When I talk about the smell of the sea, I can't forget the refreshing and humid sea breeze, which blows people's hair, cheeks and every part of the body. As charming as a gorgeous and rich woman.

10, the sun reflected the sea red, as if the sea was covered with a layer of red yarn. There are strings of colorful apertures flashing on the sea, just like the small bubbles I blow in the domestic soap dog.

1 1, whenever rows of waves are rough. The glow reflected from the peak is red and bright, just like a burning flame, flashing, rolling and disappearing.

12, listen, isn't the sea just singing? Sometimes majestic, sometimes soothing, and the waves respond from time to time. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the sea breeze sliding over my ears. In a trance, I feel that I am in a paradise without Penglai, An Ruo.

13, sea, when you are gentle as a white rabbit, when you are mighty as a lion, you are unpredictable, but you can't bear to leave. I love the sea, and I really want to look at the sea quietly like this, and my thoughts are wandering in the vast and boundless seaside.

14, the sea is thoughtful under our feet, like a poet. Its voice is as gentle as the dim moonlight and the morning mist between roses, and as mellow, low and gentle as lovers' whispers, like a breeze blowing through the strings and floating on the water like falling flowers.

15, the sea is a mysterious world. When the sea is mild, the sea level is like a mirror, and the gentle sea breeze blows, which is refreshing; When the sea is grumpy, the sea is rough and the waves are terrible, which is creepy. Give in three points.