We are just a drop in the ocean.

My roommate said that she wanted to travel on her birthday, so I accompanied her to see the sea.

I was born in a coastal city and have seen the sea since I was a child. The city where I live is Zhuhai, where there is a road called Lovers Road. I remember my mother often dragged me to run in that Lu Chen, and I remember my family would go to blow the sea breeze together after dinner every night.

At that time, we had nothing. Our life is very poor. We don't know what Ferrari is, and we don't know that there will be bags that can sell for hundreds of thousands in the world. We couldn't afford bird's nest and shark's fin, but we had a good time.

I remember that I have been to some small islands in Zhuhai, which didn't leave me any good impression. It's just a small fishing village. The sand on the beach is not soft and the sea water is not clear, but it is really comfortable to chase the waves barefoot and listen to the sea breeze whispering in your ear.

Later, I almost never went to the seaside again. I have always lived in the center of the city. There is a bar street near me. At night, neon lights and stereos are full of sight and hearing of every passerby. I seldom go there. I can't help but look at it once in a while.

I don't know why, it always attracts me.

(2)

My roommate and I came to the seaside in xunliao bay, Huizhou. The guide stopped us in Banteay Srei for half an hour. After taking a simple photo, we got on the bus and went back to the hotel.

Our hotel lives in Golden Beach, which is on the first floor. After a short rest in the hotel, we went to the beach in shawls. There happened to be a group of people wearing fluorescent green coats playing games and running and jumping on the beach. We avoided them, went to a less crowded place, took off our shoes and went into the sea.

The sun shines on the sea, sparkling, and we are wearing shawls and stepping on the waves. The sky there is blue, and the sea beats our feet coolly. I don't want to leave Na Pianhai for a long time.

I remember when I was a child, my father always took a lot of time out of his busy schedule to accompany our three brothers and sisters. I remember he liked to take us swimming on the beach by the sea. We don't have swimsuits to wear, we wear suspenders and shorts, we play with water guns on the waves, we pick stones in the sand to build castles, and we climb stones to catch crabs. It was really a happy time.

Later, when we grew up, dad became busier and busier, and the pressure of life became heavier and heavier with our growth.

Mom and dad no longer have time to accompany us, and we have started to have many small partners to accompany us. The fresh world outside makes us more and more like to have a look outside, and we can't wait to meet more fresh and interesting people and see more interesting or magnificent scenery.

(3)

After high school, I seldom go home because of academic pressure and accommodation problems. I only go home once every weekend, and sometimes I choose to stay at home.

Many friends don't know why I don't want to go home. In high school, my father and brother had a bad relationship and always fought. Every fight is particularly fierce, and many furniture in my house are broken because of the fight. Every time we fight, the whole family is crying except my father and brother. I am afraid of such a scene. I am afraid to see my mother cry because she has no hope for life. I'm afraid my father and brother will kill each other. I'm afraid my grandparents will cry.

And every time, I could do nothing but hide in my room and cry secretly after the war. When I turn off the light alone, I can't shed tears, because the pain can be used to it, and I am used to it. Even if a hundred people are sad and afraid, I will eventually flow this familiar feeling back to my heart.

I remember once my grandfather was very angry and I went to the hospital to see him. He looked puzzled with a needle in his nose. I walked towards him. I know he is still worried about his brother's disobedience and that his father will continue to fight with him. But when I got to his bedside, I couldn't say anything. I couldn't shed tears when I looked at his thin and uncomfortable appearance.

(4)

Later, my roommate and I went to another sea, down to the beach in xunliao bay. Just after six o'clock, the sun went down and the whole beach was golden. There are still many people on the beach, many children and adults are chasing and playing, and some elderly female tourists keep shooting sunsets with their cameras. I looked at the sunset in front of me and was shocked.

My roommate and I watched the sunset without saying a word.

The sunset is beautiful and naive. My eyes are like the whole universe, with no end in sight. Distant ships are dotted with tiny dust in this vast universe, and our tiny human beings are not even as good as a dust.

In front of the vast sea, we are just a drop in the ocean.

None of us are a drop in the ocean.

No one will care about whose joys and sorrows, no one will always revolve around a person, the world will keep turning, and the optical axis of time will keep turning like the earth. Many stories will happen in everyone's life, and everyone will hide his own sea. At this moment, it will ripple with happiness, and at the next moment, it will inexplicably produce sad waves.

Just like me, I'm just like all ordinary people. Each of us will be tempted by the desire lock, trapped by the secular, and disturbed by emotions. None of us are spared.

If one day I am really sad, I may think of this sea, its vastness, its vastness.

Remember that we are just a drop in the ocean.

In this way, there is nothing to pass on.

I don't know why, at that moment I was very moved and wanted to cry.