Descriptive Writing – A walk by the sea

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The yellowish red sun looks like a shy boy. He is so shy that he gives millions of light shots to me as a present in this morning but he never lets me see him clearly and directly. What a fine day to be close to the sea! Therefore, I go to the beach while my sister is still drinking her sweet peach tea.

A short while later, I arrive at the beach, which is the naughty, sandy son of his dearest mother, the blue sea. With great pleasure, I start to walk along the beach. At this moment, my eyes are just like a digital camera, catching every corner of the landscape and every movement of the creatures there. See? Far away from the beach, there is a seagull flying with a pair of strong wings. Sometimes it stays in the sky, feeling how soft the clouds are as compared with cotton wool. Sometimes it makes itself touch the seawater, it seems that it would like to go through a conversation with the fish secretly. However, maybe the wave fills it with anger so it protests, ' Ah! Ah!' It is like a sound produced by a man under heavy pressure. Suddenly, I hear a rhythmic voice, ' Bu. Bu. Bu—' When I am wondering what produces the loud sound, I see a ship coming slowly like an ant walking on the sea surface. But looking at it far away, it is so small that I carelessly mistake it as a toy ship. What a racket! I am now becoming a little foolish child.

Oh my god. The huge, horrible and fierce wave in the blue and white colour is speeding up its steps towards me! Unfortunately I am shocked by this amazing scene, feeling very frightened but it is quite strange that my curious mind makes me eager to see the exciting wave. Therefore, it is so late when I realize the danger that the wave brings to me,' Cha—'  Obviously, every part of my body gets wet completely. Wow! I don't even know how to describe the extreme coldness of the seawater. It is so cold that I keep on sneezing after getting wet. Besides, the seawater is a kind of bitterly salty just like a big spoonful of salt all putting inside my mouth. The wave is really a hateful rascal who always plays tricks on me. However, I must admit that the sea does provide me a silent peace as my dear friend. Even though he lets his wave trick me, I have to thank him for providing me a chance to wash the dirt inside my heart.

A few minutes passes, I notice something fantastic: the distinctive shells lying lazily on the sand attract me deeply. They are in different shapes and colours. For example, the one in pink is like an opening fan, the one in pale blue is like a small fish and the one in orange is like an irregular-shaped crystal. I pick up some and put them into my pocket. In fact, I feel quite glad that I am a boy who can play this interesting treasure hunting game. And I treat the shells in my pocket as the valuable treasure. Walking on the golden and extremely tiny sand, that comfortable feeling is very great, which is better than the soft king-sized beds and the soft sofas. You will never know how soft the sand is if you don't take away your shoes and socks to make a close touch with the soft sand.

Time is always a cruel ruler of the world as it takes the beautiful moments away quickly. The romantic sunset appears in front of me. I see the face of the sun is so similar to a drunken man's one: both of them are very, very red. The colourful clouds are an excellent work made by that drunken artist. It is late now, so I wave good-bye with a bit of disappointment to the sea, which is a forever friend beside me when I go to the beach. At the same time, a cool breeze blows to me. It seems the sea is also using this invisible hand to wave good-bye to me, too.