Not far from the city where you live, there was originally a cape---the town cape. Looking through the pictures, the lighthouse, the pasture, the blue of the sea and the sky, is my sloppy impression on this place. All imaginations should be worked hard to achieve. Although the end of the tortuous road may be a funny humor. The uphill is not steep, some are muddy and muddy. At this time, except for the feet, only the cross-country and bicycles happen to meet the Jimei cycling team, which is so vast that there is no such inexplicable embarrassment. Arriving at the lighthouse, the cyclists became more concentrated. Without the blue sky, the sky, the sea, and the sky, did not want us to know their friendship. Then, how to jump up and take a look, the picture in my heart is still there, although this moment, this neat and unpredicted movement is only a symbolic interpretation, the end of the sea is still missing, whether it is the blue in the heart or the white in front of the eyes. It is really white. The sea, I can't see you when I jump up.