The sea was boundless, and the ship's shadow was faint.
Xia Ji lay on the deck, and he could see the mast moving from west to east, from light to darkness.
The bone-chilling sea breeze was mixed with the golden sunlight during the day, adding warmth to it.
With a pot of wine and a plate of dried peanuts, he could lie down from afternoon until sunset.
The setting sun on the sea had a strong and distinct sense of layering. The clouds at the top were deep, while the clouds at the bottom were light. In the twilight, they changed unpredictably, turning into dragons, thousands of beasts, or even black and red sawteeth of monsters…
When night fell, the sky was filled with a colorful galaxy.
The boat is in the sea, the river is in the sky, a pot of turbid wine, I don't know spring and autumn in my dream.
It was another twilight.
The rosy glow followed the river of stars, and a dream-like mixed light descended.
