Just remember the log book.

When Jinjiang people who are wandering outside see Wudian City, they will naturally think of their hometown Jinjiang and know that Wudian City has roots. At least the dovetail ridge or upturned angle is flying, like "the wings of ancestors hidden in red bricks" written by Xu Mouqing. From the continuation of this homesickness, the sea in Jinjiang can be regarded as the soul of Jinjiang people's temperament, which tells us that marine culture is a chapter that cannot be turned over in Jinjiang culture.

When it comes to the sea in Jinjiang, by the way, we should mention the coastline of 100 kilometers, and describe it clockwise, connecting eight towns such as Chendai, Xibin, Longhu, Shenhu, Jinjing, Yinglin, Dongshi and Anhai, forming a terrain surrounded by the sea on three sides. From this point of view, the sea in Jinjiang is also spectacular and worth talking about.

The earliest sea I have been to in my life happened to be not the sea of Jinjiang, but the sea of Gulangyu. I remember that the school organized a spring outing at that time. For the first time, I felt that the sea was so vast, the sea was so blue and the waves were so beautiful.

Then for a long time, the memory of the sea was gradually occupied by learning. It was not until my high school classmates took me to Yinglin Shanghai, his hometown, that I got close to the sea again. That was the first time I walked into a sea in my hometown of Jinjiang.

Summer night, walking on the beach.

The sea breeze comes at you from a distance, like the heart of a girl's love seed, gentle and shy, which makes people have the urge to hug you tightly. A string of waves came from the other shore, and the tranquility of the whole summer night seemed to be filled, making you feel like a shell on the beach, covered again and again, and uncovered again and again. The tide washed up on the shore and wet the naughty feet. The warmth of the fine sand and the coldness of the sea water are intertwined and spread on the feet. The taste is so relaxed.

Lying on the roof to sleep at night, the salty sea breeze is like a shadow, vaguely hypnotizing the sound of the tide. And you are lying on a bamboo bed, with one eye and the stars waving in the distance, as if to fall into your dream and sleep with you.

Now, the memory of that night is gone, but my work and children have tied me closer to the sea.

In my impression, my son has been attached to sand since he was able to walk. I don't know how many times he tossed sand in the bunker of the school playground, nor how many childhood dreams he and his playmates created in the bunker. The first time I took him to the seaside, facing the endless beach, there was a related sea hidden in his world.

Later, he left Shenzhen to work, and he repeatedly clamored to go to the seaside. It takes more than 40 minutes by car to reach Shenhu Bay. Surfing, digging holes, picking up shells, digging clams and looking for small crabs on the beach, he enjoys it. I don't know how long a person can love a sea. Perhaps in his son's mind, the sea means having fun, which has nothing to do with his mind or his growth. However, I thought to myself that he can yearn for the sea so simply, and I should accompany him with my heart in this wonderful life time.

I have been to the sea many times myself. In recent years, besides shenhu bay, I have been to Keren Sea, Shihen Sea, Weitouwan Sea, Baisha Sea, Gold Coast Sea and Liujiang Sea.

Shenhu bay should be the most pleasant sea for my son. I am always happy when I get there, but not for me. My picky makes me only like to see her when the weather is soft and bad.

In the breeze, stand on the pine and cypress mountain and look out. Shrinking sea water swings slowly and leisurely, and the small sampan at the foot of Aotou at the foot of the mountain shakes gently with the waves, as if immersed in a slow time, and a person is quiet without a trace of panic. It seems that the past of this world has nothing to do with you.

It's faster for a typhoon to cross the border at Baigong Wanghai. The waves are piled up layer by layer, gathering a force, rolling up from a height, then decisively hitting rocks and seawalls, raising the posture of life, and then spreading a large piece of flowing white snow. Before you have time to think, they have swept back.

I have never seriously thought about why I appreciate the deep sea in Shanghai from these two extremes, and even tried to exile myself in the sea. Maybe my heart is lonely, and I have long been used to her catharsis and comfort.

Speaking of which, what I want to mention most is Jianghai and Shizhen. Geographically, the sea of Liujiang lies between Zhenhai and Weitouwan.

The sea in Shizhen has the largest windmill in Jinjiang, and the sea breeze here has turned the wisdom of human beings and achieved a unique scenery. It is not surprising that there are common seaside scenery such as fine sand, white waves, black reefs, distant ships, lighthouses and buoys. Standing by the sea, just a body tens of feet high and swinging arms tens of feet long can make you excited, as if she can get involved in the mind of the sea as soon as she turns around, and your steps are light.

Go straight along the coastline, and within two miles, you will reach Liujiahai. Liu Jianghai has two landmarks: one is a pure white building, which some people jokingly call the White House; The other is a seafood restaurant near the sea. It is said that the seafood here is very fresh, so the price is quite expensive.

Speaking of the sea that glides across the river, there are two differences between her and the sea mentioned above. When you face her, a sea water about four or five meters wide flows into the village from under the bridge behind you. When the tide ebbs, you can step on a shallow waterway and see a part of her body turn into the village from under the bridge. The sea water and fine sand flowing back slowly from her feet have told you that his direction is in sight.

There is another place that you must think about. Feel the tide with your feet. Her indifference is a gift of summer, but her clarity is a gift of nature. Occasionally, you can see some floating objects on the seaside by the river, but whether you care or not, you can easily see the blue veins and toes on your feet, the fine sand pulled up, and even the tumbling shells from underwater.

Such a scene is rare in Jinjiang seaside. The tide is surging, the interests of industry have floated to the shore, but the abandonment of industry has been poured into the sea. When the sea shows the infinite charm of nature, it is also forced to bear the weight of life desire.

Walking leisurely in the sea by the river, a wave came again. I don't care what attitude she will take to start a new journey. I just want to remember this sea quietly, just like when you opened your heart to her.