At the same time the sun rises, a bright pink trail on the horizon grows bigger until spread into a rosy path from the horizon to where I stand. The waves glistened with pink scales, the further away they faded. Then, like in miracles, the round, big and red sun rose from the sea, stately to watch the four sides. Everything on the sea, on the earth: the houses, the trees, the faces of people, are bathed in pink as they dilute and make way for a bright, sparkling color. When the surface of the sea was full of bright pieces, looking at it made me want to hurt my eyes. The sea has woken up, increasingly deep blue. In the distance, the sea is like a smooth green carpet, bobbing up and down. Like the horizon, the boats clearly imprinted with white sails slowly moved. Near the shore, the sea undulating more and more. Behold, a layer of waves suddenly rose high, eagerly advancing to the shore, it tapped hard on the sand and slowly receded. While another wave from outside came in first, they met, jumping up high, splashing small, white fountains, and roaring loudly. heat