粉色沙灘

Transportation: Self-driving tickets: The free photographer brother took me to a small beach in the evening, empty. The whole beach is covered with pink shells, the sand is very delicate, the sea is very cold, the sea breeze passes through the side of the body, everything is just right. The day was lucky, the salted egg yolks at sunset were very specific, the sunset rendered a large area of the sky and turned pink, and the light was very beautiful. I was familiar with the photographer and assistants. We laughed at the beach and poured water on each other, picked up the pink shells and threw them as a Frisbee, took the remaining props and barbed wire fireworks in our hands and painted circles, and climbed up and down on the black rock. I can still remember them rolling their hands over their mouths and shouting "Sister! Run! Happy! Laugh!" as the sea and the sky changed with their natural background walls. I still remember the splashes we had on the beach, the smiles blurred into a blur, and the way they took my hand and climbed carefully on the rocks. I still remember them saying, “It’s like a song, I’ll sing it to you,” and I’m singing to the sea a song I’ve never heard before. I still remember how we laughed and laughed and laughed at the long coastline and made ourselves a landscape.

In summer, there are many people who don’t know where to park, it’s still very interesting to pick up shells.

The location of the net red punch card, I realized that the film should be good.

With the baby not only see the beautiful sea, but also the pink beach, satisfied!

There is no need to go at all, a pile of broken scallop shells, label garbage on the ground, no steps repaired, piled several sandbags as steps, I don't know what season the people who send notes go, it is a world of difference.