Flickering scales disappear from the sea……

The sea is wet through the sea wind, and the fishing sail is wet through. The seagulls disappeared and became silver lightning.

The waves broke.

The old man on the reef told the story that just happened in the spring tide season.

The fishermen are stepping on the deck to set sail!

The fog lights on the mast were dim.

The whistle lost its way.

Where are you?

The spiral horn in the hands of the old captain blew out a damp shimmer, which was sprinkled on the vast sea and the hearts of fishermen.

The bitterness of generations condensed into tears and merged into a harbor.

How many broken stars and salty hopes have been sifted from the fish net!

Set sail.

The fishing sails began to move in the mist.

There is a black storm in the sea, and a more golden sun!