"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Waves slapped against the rocks, splashing up feet-high pure white and crystalline sprays. The waves surged towards the shore, gently caressing the fine soft sands, then pulled back reluctantly—over and over, ceaselessly stroking, etching silver lines beneath the sands, as if to frame the vast sea with shimmering silver edgings, making it even more enchanting and beautiful.
By the seaside, in front of the rocks, two figures intertwined, not even the night breeze could drift them apart—so entwined, then entwined some more...
The night quieted down, and the moonlight, like fog woven from a misty silver gauze, cast a solemn and sacred light on the leaves, the armrests of the rattan chairs, and people's faces. It seemed the sea had also fallen asleep, with only the soft whispers of the waves lapping the sandy beach to be heard.