Sometimes, the windy past creeps inward,

 Every now and then, treatments abound;

  Let peace quench perplexing anxiety,

   Enabling mind to seek a golden key:

    Could a finite being remember infinite thing?

     That is impossibly possible.

      This assists in conceiving a magic idea—

       Venting the brewed reminiscence, by

        Evaporating over-burdensome dews…

      As always, marching forward steadfastly,

     May the undesirable vanish on wings,

    Never, never find its way home…

   Embrace the grandeur of emancipation,

  Set foot on a brand new journey…

 It’s a worthwhile decision to make,

As long as the maker lives in contentment.

恋上海，怀念那片一望无际的蓝……

让海踱步于心，沉醉……欣欣然，借风之翼攀嶙峋岩峰，让冥想飘扬在灯塔之南。

海深邃的思想在月光女神的柔纱中渐渐舒展开来，轻抚着古老海岩历经沧桑的容颜。如果说每一滴水珠都历经了一段启人心智的故事，那么那一片汪洋定潇洒得挥写出了一篇宏伟的史诗！

任狂沙，漫卷残云，海却仍不失王者风范—波涛澎湃的表象下沉寂的是朴实豁达的胸襟……

梦里听涛声阵阵—海之音，心上弦。