The sound of the sea, the words, how to write the sound of the sea

That year, I went to see the sea with my dad. When I came to that beautiful city with the sea, before I came to the beach, I was already extremely excited, fantasizing about how beautiful the sea really was.

A gust of wind blew and stirred my hair, and the wind was so cool that it was mixed with a faint smell of the sea. I think the sea is not far away, and we are running and cheering ...... along the way

Immediately after, a patch of yellow sand and deep blue water came into view. It's like a lake, but it's bigger than the lake, like a river, but it's bluer than the river. Seagulls fly over the sea in the distance.

Coming to the beach, the waves beat my feet, and I walked on the wet sand, leaving a small footprint at first, which was washed away by the waves, and finally disappeared.

The vast sea makes the world quiet, and you can't hear the hustle and bustle of the city, only the singing of the sea.

When I opened my eyes, it was dusk, the sunset reflected the sky red, and the sea became calm.

The sea sparkled and the golden light reflected on my face. The waves washed countless small shells onto the shore like countless treasures.

The sea breeze blows, I smell it, I know the sea—I have embraced you!

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The sound of the sea is written as follows:

People have joys and sorrows, the moon has shades and rocks, and the sea has joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

The calm sea is like an indifferent, quiet youth, the roaring sea is like an angry lion, the sad sea is like a wounded child, and the happy sea has a pure heart like a girl.

When I look at the sea when I am happy, the sea is like a happy child, beating and watching the waves with bends and festivals, as if to perform a beautiful ** for me. As far as the eye can see, it seems to understand my thoughts, and praises me with its singing voice.

When I look at the sea when I am angry, the sea is like a roaring lion, and the fierce sea water beats hard, wave after wave, and the sea water falls on me, and I seem to feel his anger. Gradually, the sea calmed down, and my previous anger seemed to be swept away by it, as if caressed by it, as if extinguished by its icy temperature.

When I look at the sea when I am sad, the sea is very calm, the breeze blows through the sea, there are ripples, the waves have stopped beating, and everything is very quiet. At this moment, drops of rain hit my hands, fell on my face, and fell on the boundless sea.

The sea splashed with crystal water, and then, countless ripples stretched down, and the sea seemed to comfort me, encourage me, and tell me not to give up in this way. Listening to the sound of the sea, I understand a truth: the sea and people share joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and there will be setbacks in life.