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Author: Che Jixin
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
Features: For a moment, take a closer look again, that is the sea girl who goes out to dig clams: her hair tied with a scarf, her feet clad in water boots, her legs wearing leather pants, her waist tied with a girdle, and her hands holding an iron rake. Look at this attire, this equipment, this sea-like aura, so bold and spirited, so free and unrestrained, so noble and majestic. How stubborn they are, how tenacious, how spirited, how formidable! They are the daughters of the sea, the daughters of the fishermen. In their uniform attire, formation, and line, with one goal—like warriors, like heroes, they march forward with a command, singing as they go. In the midst of laughter, they step onto the sparse beaches, charging into the battlefield of harvesting. With each step, they leave a footprint, with each step, they shed sweat, with each step, they hold hope, with each step, they gain a harvest. Is this merely the labor of harvesting for survival? Is this merely the ritual of the fishermen in honor of the grand opening of the sea for the tide's rise and fall? This is a celebration of life, a grand tribute to the greatness of life that carries the vast world! Look, the vivid harvesting on the boundless beaches is like the ever-flowing, relentless tide—it does not change because of any individual's actions, nor does it stop because of any individual's joys or sorrows. This is the essence of life, the truth of nature. Here, you will suddenly realize that the fisherwomen of yesterday, who wore light makeup, applied subtle powder, and spoke in soft tones, have shed their former gentleness and delicacy, revealing a newfound vigor and strength. The most beautiful moment for a woman is when she walks towards the essence of life without any ulterior motives, without any mental constraints, free and unrestrained—this is the foundation of life, the charm of life! She reveals her depth, perfection, and profundity in these sea girls who live in harmony with the sea and engage in harvesting. Day and night, tide and ebb, year after year, day after day, generation after generation, life is passed down, continuing endlessly, boundless and infinite. The wind blows, the tide comes, the girls who harvest return! In pairs, in rows, in clusters, covered in mud, exhausted, drenched in wind and rain, the sea girls move with difficult steps, dragging heavy baskets, humming heavy tunes, lifting their heads with each step, panting with each step, sweating with each step. They come far, slowly, gradually, closer and closer—P19