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July 27 (Lunar calendar: June 10), 2023 Thursday | Dawnxisoul393art

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     《Story of the Sea (1)》, illustrated by dawnxisoul393 A Fearless Friend: The Little Crab's Morning Adventure As the first rays of sunrise peeked over the horizon, lighting up the eastern sky with splashes of orange and pink, a small fiddler crab emerged from its burrow on the sandy beach. Shaking the last grains of slumber from its claws, the crab blinked tiredly in the new light before setting out on its morning explorations. The name of this fearless little explorer was Courage, reflecting its intrepid spirit that knew no bounds. While other crabs stayed close to the safety of their tunnels and tide pools, Courage lived for adventures along the shore. Each dawn it eagerly scurried out to discover what new treasures, dangers or curiosities the day might bring. As Courage climbed up onto a large frond of kelp, it gazed out at the dazzling seascape unfolding before it. The ocean stretched out endlessly, an azure blue quite unlike the washed out colors of the sky. Rippl...

March 14 (Lunar calendar: February 23), 2023 Tuesday | Dawnxisoul393art

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《T he Most Beautiful Colour of the Sea Is Green in Our Hearts 》 , painted by dawnxisoul393 The sea was connected with the sky, and the sky and water were of the same colour, boundless and magnificent. The breeze was blowing slowly, and the waves were surging in rows, like rolling snowflakes beating the golden beach. The island was so foggy and the beach so snowy white that we could barely tell where the water was and where the sky was. After only a few steps on the beach, our shoes were filled with sand. The waves wobbled towards us, passing under our feet, and they seemed to play with us, chasing us for a moment before turning back to the sea, leaving us with a familiar gentleness, like a mother's hand gently caressing our cheeks when we were children. The waves left beautiful shells on the beach, some large and some small, some like fans, some like palms, and some like round stones. We bent down to pick up a few small shells and held them in our hands, as if we were seeing the lo...