Cape Froward Review

The seabirds soar freely in the air, and seem not afraid of the ever-tumbling great waves, and have taken the wind that is going to sweep everything away, they leap up and fall quickly, and then disappear into the waves filled with water. When you worry about them and regret them, suddenly you leap from one big wave and fly high. The vast sky, bowed is a endless and choppy sea, looked up is a fog evaporated some confused sky, the distance is the sun under the rays of gold, sea birds in this gilded, blue, white background cloth free to fly. They are like the best dancers, displaying their majestic posture and perfect flight skills, adding infinite vitality to the slightly lonely Antarctic continent.