This is not a sea of memories. In my memory, the sea is always rough, the sails are full of shadows, seagulls fly by, and occasionally there are a few crisp and tactful calls, which are vivid and graceful. In front of this sea, the tide has receded, the water is turbid and silent, oysters are hanging on the beach, fishermen are rowing mud horses and walking fast, and the air is filled with dignified salty taste, which makes people dizzy. Fortunately, this is not the end of my trip. This is the only way for me to go to Dongtou. I don't want to look forward to it anymore. I turned around to watch his skillful driving and chatted with him. He told me that beyond the mountain is the sea.