Middle school students' limited word essay, 700-1000 words

Author: Tang Sulan
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Publish Date: 2006-05-01
Features: Today's urban dwellers no longer cherish the bustling streets of traffic, nor do they let the crowded amusement parks occupy their increasingly precious leisure time. The roar of machinery in factories clashes with their eardrums, and the towering skyscrapers erode the blue sky above their heads. Thus, the charm of nature once again conquers and tempts people, creating new prosperity in the mountains and by the sea. For several years, my summer vacation was spent by the seaside. At that time, most people still stayed home to enjoy the comforts of modernization, so the sea I saw seemed even more rustic and beautiful. Of course, you must swim when you go to the seaside. At two or three in the afternoon, the sun shines contentedly on you, boldly imprinting the scent of sunlight on your body. The golden fine sand gradually melts into the blue-green seawater, forming beautiful color blocks under the clear blue sky. The sea is not a calm pond, nor a stream with tinkling water; the sea is the sea, with an ever-beating pulse and a restless, flowing blood. You can only feel the sea's immense vitality by riding its waves and immersing yourself in it. The sunset at sea and the sunrise at sea are equally awe-inspiring. You only need to stand there, doing nothing, and use your heart to see a golden-red world. The colorful clouds in the sky surround the sun, and the colorful clouds on the sea surface surround the setting sun. The clouds in the sky drift silently, but the sea has an irrepressible vitality. Clusters of bright flames surge and burn at the top of the waves, roaring low and surging onto the beach, only to retreat quickly. Seagulls flap their long, full wings, emitting high-pitched cries, flying towards the direction where the sky meets the water, disappearing between the two suns. How magical you are at this moment! The sea lies at your feet, the birds circle above your head, and the sunset bows down from afar. And you? Your eyes shine like gems, your forehead is gilded with the brilliance of gold, you are the master of this world, holding the power and authority of justice! Until the last trace of the evening glow burns out, the sea reveals a deep, bottomless dark blue. At eleven or twelve at night, it is high tide. Choose a clean patch of sand, sit down properly, and gaze at the vast sky and the vast sea, letting the cool breeze lift your hair, listening to the sound of the tide ebbing and flowing for thousands of years, as if opening an old iron door and stepping into an ancient land.