The tide is like an invisible carving knife, which continues to carve the shore with the passage of time, and outlines the lines of roots and whiskers on the fine sand. The setting sun shines obliquely on it, and it is even more dazzling. One day, when I was traveling by the seaside of Xiapu, I saw a fisherwoman from afar, carrying two fish baskets on her shoulders, like a walking scripture, diligently shuttling back and forth between the lines of this pattern. Isn't life a scripture? Everyone deserves to have his or her own shore and let life beat it like the tide.