The next morning, the gentle sun leapt out of the sea horizon, a brilliant red, draping the sea in thousands of strands of rosy clouds, colorful and breathtakingly beautiful. The sky was as clear as if washed, cloudless for miles, as the salty sea breeze gently blew, leaving a sticky and uncomfortable feeling on people's skin. A gigantic cargo ship slowly sailed forth, as if emerging from the sun, cutting through waves steadily.
A pristine white warship passed by, the steam whistle sounded long and loudly, three long and two short blasts, mighty and majestic. The turret on the deck was intimidating, soldiers armed with loaded guns stood on both sides of the warship, their bodies straight and eyes fixed straight ahead, motionless, with a hint of killing intent. Yet the white military color also signified a longing for peace, demonstrating the extreme contradictions of war and peace embodied in these soldiers.
