Beach

We went to a beach last Saturday when we visit my grandparents. My grandparents live in Miaoli and they live near the sea. So every time when we go back to their house we could get to the beach by only riding bikes for 20 minutes. We rode to the beach at about 4 p.m. The beach is somehow different from what I remember when I came there as a kid. There are more garbage and vendors. When I dug, I used to find seashells and crabs, but now I only get plastic bags. The more I wanted to find what I once found, the less I could get. The only thing remains the same is the sunset. The sunset is still as beautiful as it was. When the sun reached the horizon, its yellowish fingers grasp the edge of the sea and stretched out toward us, making the ships blurred black shadows.