Here, one witnesses various birds displaying their flying postures. Some birds naturally have long wingspans, and they glide through the air with grace and ease. After a few slides, they can come to a halt mid-flight. The gray and white feathers beneath their wings intertwine, resembling a harmonious ink painting. Some birds need to spread their short wings, which appears to be quite strenuous. There's a hint of panic in their landing, and they aren't able to glide far. Their strides are uniform, like a sudden gust of wind. Hey, sometimes two pigeons will perch together.

Everyone has their own tasks to attend to, making it a lavish sightseeing spot. Some people go for morning runs, some sunbathe, some walk their dogs, and more people, like me, stack stones and pebbles. Often, elderly people chase after children in colorful clothes, running joyfully. Hunting dogs lie on the cobblestones, exposing their soft bellies, making the dogs here enviable and happy. Can I play with you?

February still bears the chilly sun, and since I can't swim, this temperature is just right and discourages everyone from taking a dip. It creates an illusion of fairness for everyone, and my disadvantage isn't as pronounced. Fantasizing about entering the seawater, the scorching heat on my back turns the seawater from warm and moist to a dull blue, the color of cold seawater that soothes the skin after restlessness.

Closing my eyes, there's a direct source of light shining from a distant place, accompanied by the cold wind blowing and my body trembling, nose running. The clanking sound of bicycles and the sound of waves intertwine in the distance. Beneath the vast sky, an hour feels like walking through 16 degrees. Upon raising my head, I can tell time has flowed by. Appreciating every moment as the sunlight scatters under the dome, cutting through different areas before the vast curtain, I can't help but admire the people here. I often wonder what questions they ponder, whether they are the same as mine.

这里见识各种各样的鸟飞翔姿态，有些鸟天生臂展长，飞翔姿态优雅从容。滑动几下后，便可以静止飞行。羽翼下灰白色的毛交错出现，便是一幅和谐的水墨画。有的鸟需要张开短小的羽翅，看起来非常费力。降落时有一丝控制不稳的慌张，也没能滑行很远。他们的步调是一样的，像疏忽一阵的疾风。嘿，有时两只鸽子会摞在一起。

大家各有各要干的事，是一种不当景点是景点的挥霍。有人晨跑，有人晒太阳，有人遛狗，更多的人像我一样扔石头摞石子。经常有老人追着彩色衣服的小孩，欢快地跑着。猎犬会躺在鹅卵石上展露柔软的肚皮撒娇，这里的狗真是让人有种艳羡的幸福。我可以和你一起玩吗？

二月还是冰冷的太阳，我不会游泳，所以这种温度正好不会让所有人下水。一种制造所有人看似的公平，我的劣势就没有那样体现。幻想进入海水后，后背灼热的温度，让海水温湿变成了闷青色，是躁动后冰冷的海水沁上皮肤的颜色。

闭上眼睛是隔着遥远距离的直射源，耳边同时有冷风吹过，身子同时颤抖，流着鼻涕。自行车咣当咣当的掣肘声和海浪声向远处交织。那阔大的天空下，一个小时就是走了16刻度。拾头便知，时间在面前流过。阳光在穹顶之下的散射，广阔幕布前切割的不同的领域，倍感珍惜太阳从鱼鳞状的云层里穿过，照在我身上的每一个瞬间。

没办法不羡慕这里的人，我常常好奇他们在思考的问题，会是和我一样的困惑吗？