As evening approached and the sun set in the west, Wang Xiaoqiang sat on the balcony with a glass of red wine in his hand. While savoring it, he gazed at the vast sea in the distance and suddenly recalled a line of poetry, "Facing the sea, with spring blossoms."
Ha ha, who would have thought I would live by the seaside, that I would face the sea, and that I too would be amidst spring blossoms!
Twenty-year-old Wang Xiaoqiang was also brimming with youthful pride at this moment.
