Vanity Fair and City II (28)
The sea is not as vast and blue as I imagined. When I saw her through the window of the bus, I just couldn’t believe my eyes and said to Ivy: “Is that a sea?”Ivy nodded her head and sighed: “For those who have never seen a sea, she is a sea.”
In my imagination, the sea should be extremely vast, extremely blue, so is the sky. And you should be unable to distinguish where the end of the sea is, and where the boundary of the sky is, as the blue sea and the blue sky should mingle together. So I felt extremely disappointed when I got off the bus. She is not a sea. She is just a bay.
Anyway, she is a bay. At least I have fulfilled my dream to see some waves, or some water lapping against the seashore.
We took off our shoes and stepped on the soft, warm sands. Seven girls ran to the waves hand in hand, to embrace the sea with our bare feet, while two boys kept taking photos of our hand-in-hand back shadows. Waves flapped towards the seashore and kissed our bare feet, our back shadows were fixed in the photos at that moment when the waves sprayed out some white water flowers, to us.
So cool the water was. When the waves drew back to the sea, they took away some sands. Those smooth, soft sands slipped through our feet, we felt so interesting and screamed.
A wonderful weekend, after a long long working time. We have spent most of our time working and earning in the dirty, crowded, noisy and busy city, but life should be more than this. To enjoy, to relax, to find some balance between the nature and our work life.
Yea, it is just a bay, but when the sea wind blew gently, the waves flapped my feet happily, and the sprays damped my clothes mischievously, I just felt that all those things have vanished, along the waves that went back to the ocean. Maybe those things are just the sand castles on the beach, when the waves come, they will go with the waves, and disappear in the vast ocean.
How can we imagine our respective worlds while we stick to ourselves, to form two worlds by standing between day and night stubbornly. Just like the for-ever burning sun will never be able to understand the wax and wane of the moon. And how can we understand each other when we only meet at the edge of day and night. Just like the for-ever burning sun will never be able to know why the stars fall.
I can not change anything. The nature and the fate are out of my control. We are just a drop in the ocean, once we drop into the ocean, you will never be able to find us again. And I will never be able to find you again.
