Miao Peixing 丨 Look at the sea (prose)

Look at the sea

Text/Miao Peixing

My longing for the sea was due to my father's poem "Lang Tao Sandi Beidaihe" with my father when I was a child. The magnificent scene of "Bai Lang's heaven" depicted in the poems deeply moved me deeply, and I always hoped that there would be a day to go to the sea to see what kind of magnificence it was. Later, when I grew up, I worked, I had a chance, and there were many opportunities. I have the most impressive I have given me three times in this many opportunities-

The first time I watched the sea more than 30 years ago, in Qingdao. It was one afternoon at the end of August, and the sky was cloudy, and heavy rain was about to fall. The pedestrians on the road hurried to the house, and I, a person, ran towards the sea.

Standing on the seaside of the trestle bridge, I silently chanted the words "heavy rain falling down, white waves", looking forward to falling down the heavy rain, the sea quickly set off the blossoming white waves, but the sea looked like there was only some some of them a little bit a little bit somewhat In restlessness, there is no white waves at all. Only the tide of the foam row rows of tide rows to the beach one after another, rushed up, stepped down, like a group of playful naughty children.

My eyes looked at the sea, and I kept looking at the black sky in the distance completely fell into the sea. I am disappointed. However, Hai Tian didn't turn sunny, and I was not discouraged. I would come here for a few days in a row to watch the sea. However, the rain did not fall. The sea did not set up a lustrous white wave. Several times, the wind was very large, and the clouds were much thicker than before, and the pressure was lower, but the sea was just more restless. It is a state of peace of mind and unhappy. I was completely disappointed.

I guess: The sea is finally tolerant. How can the general wind and rain easily cause the big wave of its anger! Only the storm and rain and thunderbolt can make it a peerless response. At that time, it must be a stormy wave, and there was no fear of fear.

The second time I watched the sea 23 years ago, in Jiaodong, a sea is called Long Island. At that time, my wife and I took a five -year -old daughter to a small speedboat to an island. The island is small and desolate. I couldn't remember what I saw. I just remember that we kept walking along the beach, watching the waves of the waves hit the reefs and cliffs under the waves, and it was not discouraged to see that the waves were collided with pink bones. , Hit it.

After walking for a long time, we finally turned around and returned to the original place. At this time, it was dark, and there was only one small speedboat on the sea and a middle -aged man who guarded the speedboat waiting for the return.

The speedboat quickly entered the depths of the sea. At this time, the moon stars are sparse, the water and sky are vast, and the night is like a large net covering our heads, covering the boundless sea. The seawater was surging, and it was endless, and in the moonlight shining with a quiet cold light that swallowed everything. Suddenly, I gave birth to a kind of fear in my heart. I looked at the boatman and saw that he was sitting at the stern, his chest was exposed, and his face was like a pirate in the book. When I think of pirates, my fear is even more heavy. There is a kind of fear that I grow up crazy, and even smell the breath of death. I hugged my daughter subconsciously and glanced at my wife. The wife was looking at me with a pair of eyes, and a panic was revealed. I suddenly realized that I couldn't be afraid, and I couldn't be afraid. I grabbed my wife's hand and whispered to her, "Don't be afraid, hurry up, and it will arrive in a while."

When the wind was winding, the wind on the sea was quickly up, and a strong wind was formed in a while. Immediately set off a big wave, white, row in a row, rushing straight to us. The boat shakes, shakes hard, upper and lower, left and right. However, the waves still broke the waves, like flying, on the cusp. Looking at the stunned boatman, at this time, Zheng Tieqing's face, sitting firmly, holding the rudder handle tightly with both hands, staring coldly with his eyes. Several cold waves rushed into the speedboat and hit us. He shouted at us, "Sit steady! Catch it!"

Suddenly I gave birth to a kind of pride, a pride in "Lang Tao Sha · Beidaihe", and a kind of pride of "heavy rain falling down, white waves". I have an impulse, I want to rush out of the boat, fly into the sea, and dance with the height of Bailang ...

However, I didn't fly into the sea. The wife held my arm tightly; my daughter was lying in my arms, and her two small hands tightly held my neck. I was sitting on the bottom of the boat, holding my daughter with one hand, grabbing the ship gang deadly, and the two feet tightened the panels. Keep hitting on us ...

I don't know how long, and finally, we rushed out of the waves and saw the lights on the shore in the distance.

The boatman is going back. I advise him to stay for one night and leave tomorrow. The boatman jumped on the speedboat and said, "Hey, what is this!"

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I stood on the shore and looked at the back of his gradually disappearing. Suddenly I thought of "Old Man and the Sea", thinking of the back, the strong Cuban old fisherman ... Yes, as long as it is strong, no one can be defeated.

The third time I saw the sea four years ago, in Beidaihe. Beidaihe, to me, it is simply a call. At the end of April, the north was still warm and cold, and my daughter and I stood on the Eagle Horn Pavilion of Beidaihe Pigeon Park.

This is a early spring morning, and the sun has just risen, and the world is the moment when the world is full of flushing. The endless sea, like a mother who had just giving birth, was lying between heaven and earth peacefully, calm, and softly. It seemed to have fallen asleep and seemed to be resting after sprinting. Jin Chancan's sunlight shined on her, and the whole body flashed with gentle and peaceful golden light. Every time she moved, the golden light flashed, which reflected the glorious world. The world is extremely quiet, and there is no wind. The pine forests in the mountains are quietly facing the sea, and they are not shaking, as if they are doing solemn gifts to the mothers who have just given birth. There are only a few seabirds that are reported to the sea, flying freely in the red halo, and occasionally, there will be one or two crisp birds. The birds were slippery through thousands of miles, and the verses from the sea seemed to be so long, so long ... I could see it. My heart was strongly shocked. At that moment, I suddenly realized that I was small, and it was as small as a sand that floated with the wind. The sea is really too big, too graceful, and too luxurious. In front of her, all human beings' selfishness, hypocrisy, pride, and magnificent words are just naive and ridiculous.

Nowadays, many years have passed. These three experiences will make me think of it from time to time, and every time I think of it, I can give me the inspiration of my life. I think that the sea is boundless and changes, and these three modes are just like the three realms of life -ambition Lingyun, full of pride; tolerance and generosity, not shocking; She is constantly reminding me that I want to be awesome, fear of the world, and be a person who imitates nature.

[About the author] Miao Peixing (male), Jinan. Pen name: Qingquan. Member of the Chinese Prose Society, a member of the Shandong Writers Association. Create novels, prose, poetry genre. Seeing the works of "Shandong Literature", "Contemporary Novels", "Selection of Prose", "Overseas Digest", "Qilu Literature" and "Qilu Evening News" and other pure literature newspapers and magazines. His works have been published in the domestic literature essay contest many times and published a variety of literary books. Among them, the prose "Disagram Qiu Si", "Xianfeng Dao Bone Pearl Spring", "The" Autumn Willow Smoke "from the poems" won the "Qu Shui Ting Cup" (2015), "The Story of My Spring Water", respectively. (2020) and the fourth session of "Talking about the story of Shandong cultural relics, guarding Qilu cultural root" (2021) the first prize of the domestic prose contest competition; Selected simulation test volume of modern literature reading and analysis questions; short stories "He Shengzhai" was selected as "Qilu Literature Works Annual Exhibition (2018)". He has authored a novel "Eight Years Lawsuit" "Under Silver Moonlight"; short stories "He Shengzhai", "Fishing", "Homelessness", etc.;

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