In Port Cove, we went round the seaside and saw a long plank road on the other side leading to the depths of the sea. On the side of the plank road, a few children were playing skateboarding barefoot in bikinis, and fitness equipment, and walked along the wooden floor of the auxiliary road to the trestle bridge. They suddenly appeared bright. The pedestrians were walking together in threes and threes. They talked and laughed and made noise. Someone was fishing at the end of the trestle bridge. I saw fish poking out of my head, the sun setting and the sunset reddened the sky.