sunrise

Finally, find your place on the beach in the early morning

There is no exclusive study room for top writers. I imagine there should be a large floor-to-ceiling window. The table is leaning against the window. While writing, you can enjoy the green trees or white clouds outside the window. But being able to write in front of the vast horizon is, I think, the ultimate enjoyment. I am very grateful that the coast here is just at the mouth of Beinan Creek. Sitting on the stone is about 100 meters away from the waves. The river is sandwiched between me and the sea. You can immerse yourself in two completely different natural atmospheres at the same time. Down. The only problem is that I am not used to sitting on a hard rock, and let the laptop really fit his English meaning, lying on my lap. I don't know how long this posture can be maintained. I have to keep it all the time. Remind yourself to straighten your neck on your back.

This was the first time I saw the sunrise on the sea level. I couldn't grasp the time of the sun's rise before I went out. I only felt that the sky turned white was a symbol that the sun had passed the horizon, but until I really saw the golden yellow When the morning sun was rising, nearly half an hour had passed by the seaside, and the time was about 6:35. I originally thought the weather was bad, so I could only feel the yellowing sunlight penetrating the clouds, but God opened a short window on the horizon. It only lasted for about three minutes, and the sun rose for a while. The most dazzling and moving moment, and then into the thick gray clouds. I saw a small piece of slow sailing boat sailing on the golden channel sprinkled by the sunrise like this, and I imagined what kind of world I would feel if I also rode on that boat like this.

Still the same, the picture of the lens can never capture the feeling and vividness of any scene passing through the pupils. It is like using a limited sample to estimate the true face of the group. We can never present the most real past of the present at every moment. By piecing together or constructing to simulate the deep and vivid taste of memory.

I no longer want to go into the office at this time, I would rather sit at home and make good use of my own short creative time, or come to the beach to drift in the melody of a wave of waves. There are a few young people around me who watch the sunrise with me (Ah, am I a young man?), some of them use a limited frame like me to record the arrival of this new day, and some use expensive photographic equipment to paint this unique picture. The difference is that although I don't have a professional photography camera and can only use a limited frame and shutter, I also add text to the composition and use my imagination to describe the details I see. Although the images that may be drawn are as limited as the small lens of a mobile phone, but it is regarded as an exercise, practice listening to what the river tells me, practice listening to what the sea has to tell me, practice listening to the sunrise to tell me I what.

Just like in the classroom, we can never make the notes keep up with the speed of the teacher's explanation. We can only use the most focused spirit to grasp the key points echoing in the classroom. At this moment, the notes I have captured may only be the title.

2020.2.26