The sea has different styles throughout the year.

In spring, the sea water becomes green. Microwaves appeared, and white waves chased each other laughingly from the distant horizon in the north towards the shore. As soon as they touched the rocks and beaches on the shore, they retreated shyly, and then rushed up again, like A naughty child. Spring is the season of sowing, and the sea is no exception. The fishermen took off their winter clothes and sailed across the calm sea to the breeding areas to sow seeds of hope and look forward to the harvest season.

In summer, the wind from the South Pacific makes many cities facing the sea in the south feel wet. When this wind with moisture passes through the blocking and filtering of the mountains of the Jiaodong Peninsula and reaches Yantai, facing the sea in the north, Only coolness and comfort remain. Therefore, the sea in Yantai in summer is often as level as a mirror, like a quiet and gentle girl. In the early morning, the sun floats out of the water like a red balloon washed by water, dragging a long reflection on the sea. Every sunrise on the seaside makes people mesmerizing. In the evening, the calm sea reflects the lights of thousands of houses, and the stone benches on the shore are filled with tourists. Under their feet are the whispers of the waves and the embankment.

Out of the romance of summer, the sea enters the heights of autumn. People who have lived in this city for a long time have this experience. As soon as the beginning of autumn arrives, the sea water immediately becomes exceptionally blue and the sky appears exceptionally clear. Compared with yesterday, there is immediately a coolness of autumn in the air. Saying goodbye to the solemnity of winter, the lightness of spring, and the romance of summer, the sea in autumn has become a bit fuller and busier. Fishermen sailed out to sea, and freighters weighed anchor and sailed away...

In winter, dark brown The sea looked very solemn. Cold currents from Siberia often pass through this sea area with great force. The mountain-like swells are like thousands of angry lions, rushing from the northern sky to the embankment, splashing waves several feet high, making thunderous roars, and sometimes even lifting rocks weighing hundreds of kilograms from the shore. The stool was lifted to the center of the road more than ten meters away. Every time when huge waves hit the shore, many Yantai people and tourists from other places rush to the shore despite the cold wind to watch this spectacular scene. Others ignored their clothes getting wet from the waves and stood on the shore, taking photos with the waves several feet high in the background, forming a magnificent landscape.

The sea is a painting, a vast background, and a magnificent stage. I love the sea.