My family has a picture of fishermen returning from fishing. The blue sea is golden and yellow by the sun in the evening. The fishermen celebrate the harvest.
From afar, the golden sun seems to float on the sea level, and the rolling waves are also dyed golden. Groups of seagulls spread their golden wings and fly as they forage. From a nearby point of view, there is a large fishing boat parked on the coast. Some fishermen are carrying baskets of fish, some are carrying baskets of crabs, some are collecting their nets. What's more, two fishermen are carrying a large fish, which looks like they are struggling. Seagulls, beaches, fishing boats and fishermen all turned golden. The fishermen's faces were radiant with smiles.
This painting may not be a famous one, but the scene in it reminds me of a poem I recited when I was a child, that is, Mao Zedong's "waves washing sand". Beidaihe] "the heavy rain falls on the quiet swallow, the white waves are surging, and fishing boats are out of Qinhuangdao. I don't know where to go? Over the past thousand years, Wei Wu brandished his whip, and Jieshi in the East had a relic. The bleak autumn wind has changed the world. " So I like this picture of my family very much.