The thought of the sea, people always think of it at first. But I do think of its waves.
The sea is always tirelessly with its waves flapping, impact, to capture the coast. But every time after washed up on shore, but due to insufficient after force, had to return to the sea. It never give up, however, still kept flapping, impact and invasion, and often war often hurt, but often hurt often war. Seems to be in the dictionary, there is no "give up" this two word. I seem to hear the sea cry: "insist on, hold on, there will always be successful!" Yes, never give up, this is the sea!
Never give up on the sea, the sea, imprint in my heart a deep imprint. Whenever I want to give up, always tell yourself: "the sea that I still trying, how can you give up?" Thinking about thinking about, everything will grind it.
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