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On the vast sea, the wind gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning.
For a while/wings hit the waves, for a while/the arrow went straight into the sky, and it/shouted ...
In the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard joy.
In this cry, full of desire for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds/felt the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.
Seagulls/groaned before the storm came,-groaned, they flew over the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm in the depths of the sea.
The sea ducks also groaned-these sea ducks can't enjoy the joy of fighting in their lives, and the rumbling thunder frightened them.
Stupid penguins cringe and hide their fat bodies under steep cliffs. ...
Only the arrogant petrel flies bravely and freely on the foam sea.
Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing into the air to meet the thunder.
Thunder roared. Waves roared in angry water droplets, contending with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and threw them at the steep cliff, smashing this large piece of jade into morning fog and broken foam.
Haiyan cried and flew, like black lightning, like an arrow through the dark clouds, and its wings swept up the water droplets of the waves.
Look, it flies like an elf-a proud, black spirit of the storm. -It's laughing, it's howling ... It's laughing at those dark clouds, it's howling happily!
This sensitive spirit has long been aware of sleepiness from the thunder, and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't!
The wind is roaring ... the thunder is rumbling ...
Piles of dark clouds are like blue flames, burning in the bottomless sea. The sea caught lightning like a golden arrow and put it out in its own abyss. The shadow of lightning, like a flame, winds and floats on the sea, fleeting. -Storm! A storm is coming!
This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the lightning and roaring sea. This is the prophet of victory shouting:
Let the storm come/be more violent! ……