Tianya's sentimental prose

At night, I boarded the plane in Changbei with my daydream about the ends of the earth. In just 90 minutes, it dreamily crossed the distance of 1800 km and vertically shuttled between heaven and earth.

Walking out of the cabin, the sea breath that comes to my face makes people feel refreshed. In the night, Hainan, a modern city, is like a giant with open arms, holding the wanderer tightly in her arms, which makes people feel strange and warm.

Perhaps because of the tenderness in a foreign land, I woke up late in the morning. Fifteen of us hurriedly washed up and drove straight to the ends of the earth. High-rise buildings with different shapes have sprung up outside the window, showing the infinite vitality of reform and opening up; There are two slender coconut trees on the roadside, swaying the various customs of the special zone. We are immersed in the scenery in the south, and our mood is suddenly enlightened. Usually, we are either tired from work or trapped by money. If released occasionally, it will be too crazy to restrain. The line of defense between people collapsed, and all I saw were unadorned faces, and a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere filled the whole car.

Suddenly, I don't know who exclaimed, look, the ends of the earth are gone! God, it's really endless sea water and white beaches. When I was there, what attracted my attention most was not the picture of "flying stones flying through the air and crashing into the shore to roll up thousands of piles of snow" described by literati, but two stones engraved with "Tianya" and "Cape". It originated from a sad and touching legend, a pair of hearts with double screens, a spoony man and a woman bound by Qian Qian, broke free from the shackles of feudal family concept and eloped hand in hand. Unfortunately, the family members who fled to the seaside and were chased by them were cornered and defended each other, turning into two huge stones. I don't know how many years they have stood opposite each other, but listening to the loud noise of the waves is like a pair of young men and women crying endlessly to the feudal marriage system. The stars have changed, and things have changed. Now, although they still can't hug each other, the tragic love story can be earth-shattering and make people cry.

It's true that "life is precious, but love is more expensive", which is what the great Hungarian poet petofi wrote on the title page of The Complete Poems. In fact, as long as you taste it with your heart, in addition to the love between men and women, there is also a friendship between colleagues that is more precious than life. Although our travel time is only three days, there is a word of love everywhere. I remember that on the way to the South Cave, suddenly there were dark clouds and heavy rain, and only a few umbrellas were in short supply. However, everyone pushed around, and the young headmaster was soaked through with an umbrella, but kept his colleagues dry. An hour has passed, the wind is still blowing and the rain is still falling. We followed the poet's mentality of "don't listen to the beating of leaves in the forest, why not sing and walk slowly" and went straight to the young pine tree. Maybe it was God's blessing that the rain stopped when I got under the tree. As the saying goes, "five lives first", everyone wants to touch the gas field and live forever; Second, I want to witness the friendship and leave eternity, so I snuggled up to Young Pine, arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder. I only heard a click, leaving a wish to prolong life on everyone's face, and fixed a pure friendship at that unforgettable moment.

In the world of mortals, the past is like smoke. Whether it is the vast sea or the white beach; It is still a tropical forest park lying on the red and leaning against the green, and ethnic cultural villages with different customs are gradually forgotten. Only the umbrella in the rain is fresh in people's memory.