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Walking in the street, I saw a begging child, whose trembling hands were covered with mud.
I've wanted such a sea all my life.
I am eight years old and spent my summer vacation at my aunt's house. My aunt lives by the sea in Yantai. Open the window and you can smell the coolness brought by the sea breeze. White shells scattered on the beach filled the whole balcony.
I walked barefoot on the beach countless times, listening to the sea repeating a single but peaceful rhythm over and over again, and was splashed with mud by white foam; I will also run with a smile and throw everything else aside, leaving only the petals scattered in the flower bed. In the distance is the deep blue sea and the blue sky. But that almost transparent cloud gave me an illusion that I could see the sunny sky in the future through it.
At that time, I never seemed to have any troubles. The most troublesome thing is that the next day I will forget the dream I had on the first day. At that time, the sea was like spring in heaven, always pure and blue.
At that time, every minute was so touching, but today I see a child whose eyes are numb with fear, a beggar who lost his soul when he should have spent his childhood happily, a beggar who was deprived of everything before he was sensible, and a child who should have skipped. ...