Prologue, Baisha Town
Dressed in a plain-colored dress, barefoot; adorned with a shell necklace, she lies on a skiff gazing at the stars; in the cool shade of the afternoon, she writes postcards while enjoying the breeze; she loves snacks, childishly sucking her fingers. So beautiful, yet untouchable. At the small dock by the estuary, she sits on a wooden bench, wearing headphones, bowing her head to listen to music; her face is round, and her skin has tanned to a wheat color. The land breeze lacks the moist coolness of the sea surface, and fine beads of sweat form on her forehead. At the small dock by the estuary, she sits on a wooden bench, wearing headphones, bowing her head to listen to music; her face is round, and her skin has tanned to a wheat color. The land breeze lacks the moist coolness of the sea surface, and fine beads of sweat form on her forehead.
She and they seem to be different. The clever girl, with a hint of pride, cautiously masked her unease and vigilance with a smile when she first arrived. As time passed, she began to chatter incessantly, and no one could resist her unadorned, cheerful laughter. She would also occasionally be quiet, enjoying squinting at the sea, her hair glowing golden in the sunset, almost transparent. He gazed at her profile, and she pretended not to notice, fearing that if she turned her head, his gaze would shift away. Although they were close at hand, it felt as if they were worlds apart.
It is not far from the sea here; a fifteen-minute drive will take you to the dock. The river flows quietly, with no sound of waves and no sight of rapids, gently merging into the ocean. There are many waterfalls nearby, and almost everyone in the town knows each other. When encountering a stranger, they will gaze in surprise but with friendliness. You can confidently find a small restaurant to sit down and chat with them. As long as you wear a smile, it is not difficult to make new friends. You can confidently find a small restaurant to sit down and chat with them. As long as you wear a smile, it is not difficult to make new friends
Pushing open the window, one can see the sea
Often awakened at night by the moon, the cold light resembles a sigh
Without commitment, there is no betrayal; without a beginning, there is no end. On the azure coastline, boys and girls still hold hands to gaze at the stars, yet no longer is there the same figure. Life has undergone a new cycle, and the story will be replayed in the lives of others. The road to the airport turns in White Sand Town; it is merely a fork in the road, not even a rest stop.
Thus, memories exploded, and the world was left with nothing but a blinding white.
He grew up in such an environment, transforming from a mischievous child into a tall and handsome young man, gradually maturing and becoming composed. He is not a very talkative person, occasionally sharing amusing jokes with a serious expression. During his school years, he was a key player on the volleyball team. He attracted many admiring glances and experienced a few relationships that ended without much development. Gradually shedding his childishness, he no longer approached girls he met by chance like the other young men around him.
Baisha Town
Unable to hear the crashing of the waves, unable to see the end of the sea
What is called eternity is merely the end of memories, the conclusion of dreams
Thinking that we would never meet again, believing that saying goodbye meant a permanent farewell, and thinking that leaving would mean not looking back. Yet I still hope to hear her voice and see her face. After such a long gaze, I still cannot remember each other's features. Perhaps this is an excuse for our reunion, to clearly see your appearance. Just once more would be enough
这是一段无目的的旅程
Is it an illusion? The deep blue satin-like sea has become bright, resembling the azure sky of midsummer, with scattered shimmering white moonlight transforming into dancing dandelion seeds, drifting further and further away... The overwhelming white, dazzling and blinding, makes it hard to look directly at it, with the blazing sun, tides, shells, speedboats, guitars, and summer flowers... The scenes intertwine.
She half-closed her eyes, with deep shadows beneath her eyelashes