非常好

The blue sea, the mist, the lonely sails sparkled with white light! What is it looking for in a distant place? What did it leave behind in its hometown? The roaring sea breeze rolled up the waves, and the mast creaked with its bow, alas! It is not looking for happiness, nor is it fleeing the joy of happiness. There was a clear blue current below, and golden sunshine on it, but restless sails prayed for the storm, as if there was a quiet country in the storm.