Gray-blue Ocean and its waves

记忆中的西雅图，总是连着一片灰蓝的海。

"Emerald City" Seattle, a region too amazing to be forgotten, keeps coming back to my dreams. Night after night, I walk on robust sands, glare at the quiet gray-blue ocean, and listen to her shy moans.

北方的海与南方的海愣是有很多不同。南方的海，就像十七八岁明媚的少女，奔放，开朗，湛蓝，衬着那万里无云的蓝天，无所顾忌。潮水激烈地冲刷着沙滩，海浪声犹如朗朗笑声，充满活力；

而北方的海则更像幽静的少妇，知性，恬然，仿佛包容一切，海浪静静地拍打着岸边，又若轻声细语，欲说还休。灰蓝的色调更是烘托着一片悲伤的气氛，那伤痛却是静静的流淌着的伤痛，没有张扬，没有呼喊，有的就是一片灰蓝蓝的倒影……

One should wear the brightest Bikini and go to beaches in south. Men and women with alluring curves, kids with loud laughter running around, sunglasses and beach tents everywhere... Beach in south is a beach of people, merry, noisy, but full of light;

One should hold his/herself tight, let hair loose in the air, be alone, and walk step by step on beaches in north. Few figures with blurry shades, lovers whispering to each other, long jackets and broken shells...Beach in north is a beach of thinkers. Robust rocks under gray-blue sky, even the sun is not willing to come out to disturb. Beach in north is a blend of nature and peace, as if everything is under shadow, and nothing really matters. Only when you sit down and hear the ocean's song long enough, will she tell you the stories of the moon and the stars. Beach in north is a beach full of myths; only the most patient and quiet will be granted the privilege of sharing them.