Memory, at sea
With the machine running the cabin sound thundered on, the voyage began, more than thirty meters of the vessel slowly approached the endless ocean, brought up the whitecaps, startled the White Gull. Calm sea is too many people gave birth to romantic dreams, but when it is rough, how many people can imagine such person is so much more ... ... ship offshore, wave increases, the more shaking hull and more intense side of the ship hit the sea getting louder and louder the sound, all combined with strong fuel cabin atmosphere and high-pitched mechanical noise, so I feel a little sick, feeling kind of nauseous, and I understand that this is seasickness . I once thought of: the evening's beach, perfectly clear water, and both the temptation and give people a deep reverie, as if the road is a sailing paradise of life. But now, my swimming in this sea conditions, I endured the uncomfortable weight to change my previous knowledge - adrift in a sea of people will never have the lack of a sense of security because no solid roots there. In the dark night, in addition to the stars, in addition to wide and desert, in addition to sound waves, in addition to the sound operation of the machine, everything else there is the imagination. Waves when people feel that lingering fear of heaven and earth rotation, waves to the kind of unpredictable when the fear of the future and is closely associated.
Ship still at sea travel, but I was really sick in the cabin may not stay. Out and stood on the deck, would like to take a strong wind blew away the TV drama of desire and vomiting. Standing there, I looked at the distance, looking at the setting sun is about to be swallowed by the sea level, looking at floating in the sunset in the vessel, I feel the seamen adrift in a sea, wind and frost and fill of the number of temper. His dictionary never "practical" word, never a smooth two-foot of land in the sense of security, even the dreams are in the road journey.
Along with my thoughts, the ship completed the job, driving in the way home by the berth. At this time the line of sight, seagulls follow in the stern, the setting sun spread in the sea, far away in the twilight of the little boat traffic has become increasingly blurred ... ......
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