A relationship often starts with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with tears. When you were born, you cried and the people around you laughed; at the end of your life, you laughed, and the people around you were crying. When you were born, you cried and the people around you were laughing; at the end of your life, you laughed, and the people around you were crying.

This period of more than a month was particularly long and difficult for Wang Yiyuan. He felt like he was carrying a heavy load on his back, and a suffocating pressure seemed to be everywhere. Finally, he was on the close of the National Day holiday, and Wang Yiyuan, Hu Xue and Zhou Wanqiu, went to Changxing Island together one day in advance.

In the morning, the three of them met at Wusongkou Wharf, bought a ticket, and got on the boat one by one. The passenger ship started slowly, perhaps because of the early liner, and not many people were on the boat. Wang Yiyuan left the cabin and stood on the side of the passenger ship. A gust of river wind blew over, and there was a strong chill.

The passenger ship turned a big bend and slowly accelerated its speed. This was Wang Yiyuan's second time taking this route. It was just the last time. Because he drank a lot of wine at noon, he was sleeping in the cabin for a while. When he woke up, the ship was almost at Wusong Wharf.

On both sides of the Huangpu River, there are still prosperity. On the surface of the river, hundreds of boats compete and huge ships press down on the river. At that time, the sun was rising, the white clouds were churning, and the sun shone with thousands of golden rays. Suddenly, the entire world in Wang Yiyuan's eyes seemed to be magnificent.

Looking into the distance with the railings, the sunlight was dancing on the ripples on the river, jumping flash by flash.

There are clouds in the sky, and there are dreams in the world. The waves flowing in the river, the golden waves surging, the memories that collide and overlap, and relive the old dreams every year, as if they want to show the long river of time that has lasted for thousands of years, and their itinerary that is like singing and dreamlike.

When the ship sailed into Wusongkou, the Yangtze River and the Huangpu River converged, and the water surface became wider. This is the only place for sea ships or Yangtze River to enter and exit Shanghai, and it is also a key area for river defense. The geographical location is very dangerous. At this time, the Huangpu River and the Yangtze River converged into the sea. Looking around, the water and the sky are the same color, vast and boundless.

Not far away, on the west bank, there is a white cylindrical reinforced concrete lighthouse, wearing a little Red Riding Hood, towering into the sky, standing tenaciously in a turbulent tide, especially majestic. Walking on the Huangpu River, Wang Yiyuan involuntarily had a song appear in his mind.

Waves running

The river never stops

Escape all the world

Mixed in a trend

Is it joy or sorrow

Can't tell the difference between laughter and sorrow in the waves

The new hazel forest is turning, and the wind is flying across the river. With the color of the reeds, sitting and chatting with the sound of the waves. The wind seems to be stronger. Wang Yiyuan can't help but wrap his slightly thin clothes on his body several times.

There are groups of seagulls passing through the gorgeous red glow, flying freely, and swaying through the water and sky. Some seagulls float leisurely on the water surface and rippling with the waves. Their whiteness and agility have a kind of beauty and strength, which adds vitality to the vast sea and sky.

A silver seagull swooped down from the clouds like lightning from the west, with a loud and stubborn sound. As soon as it approached the water surface, the seagull suddenly fell lightly like a feather, and instantly rose into the air. Wang Yiyuan saw that the seagull was holding a fish in his mouth.

Wang Yiyuan was lost in his mind for a moment, looking at the somewhat turbid and close to the Yangtze River. As the tide rises and falls, it seems to record the vastness of history, shaking away the rolling turbid waves and the waves move forward.

The boat continued to drive forward, and the beautiful scenery along the way quickly retreated backwards. The boat got closer and closer to the sea, and the salty and wet sea breeze gently floated, touching the corner of Wang Yiyuan's clothes and raising the ends of his hair.

Wang Yiyuan lets the sea breeze blow away the impetuousness in his heart and soothes the ups and downs of his heart. Only that little bit of mood drifts with the wind and drifts towards the boundless sea.

Many years later, Wang Yiyuan occasionally saw a poem, and he remembered this journey again. The poem read,

Looking at the glory and prosperity of the city, the villages and fields, the sea and the clouds,

The sea breeze blows on my clothes.
Chapter completed!