Tower, the sacred place that I yearn for in my heart, forgive me for not reaching your shore yet.

I heard that you always stand alone at the highest point of the coast to point out the direction to sailors, no matter it is windy or raining.

I often think, how much courage it takes! In the dark and stormy night, you still stand stubbornly at your post. ?

"The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river." If it is used to describe the human heart, it should take the meaning of the outline in the poem. Although there is no lighthouse to rely on, there is the endless desert.

The lighthouse on the seaside shines in the direction of the ship.

At night, ships sailing on the sea rely on lighthouses to navigate.

If I were a lighthouse, I would guide the lost ships.

Standing on the lighthouse at Bitoujiao, looking out, the sea and sky are really vast.

You are not a towering lighthouse, but the cornerstone beneath the lighthouse.

Books are beacons that illuminate the road to navigation.

The lighthouse shimmered in the distance.