night, I wandered haphazardly along the seafront near the Cultural
Centre alone. Besides me, there were three to four couples watching
the Victoria Harbour. They seemed to be enjoying the tranquil
atmosphere and the refreshing air. I was wondering why the Victoria
Harbour could be so charming and attractive to them?
moon shined bright. In such a night as this, I let myself bathed
under the moonlight. Wind swayed as gentle breeze as if to welcome
me. I felt my eyelids dropping and relaxed. My memory seemed to
be fading away. I looked at the dark sea with some lights of ships
glittering. Gradually, my soul was "distracted" from my body and
swan across the sea. A subtle feeling rushed to my mind. I saw
many vessels, ranging from large cargo ship to small junks. Wind
caressed the sea. The traditional Chinese junks, bringing about
an oriental flavour, sailed slowly, but unsteadily. They appeared
to me that they could be blown to the sky by sea waves! If my
fantasy could be achieved, the scene must be blinking fabulous!
Nevertheless, the current scene was already so breathtaking that
my mind was tossing on the sea, thinking of enjoying which part
of the exceptionally spectacular sea.
Besides the vessels, the sea waves caused by breezes also fascinated
me. All at once, I heard some sweet sound. Where did the sound
come from? It was of course the voice of the sea. I had long felt
sure that the sea could speak; yet it was a lovely and terrible
shock when it did. The pattern
of the sea waves was absolutely a melodious song sang by a choir.
No! Not exactly a choir! The waves liked an orchestra. The violin
family, augmented by woodwind, brass, and percussion instruments,
altogether composed a sweet song. A fairy melody was built by
merging the soaring notes. The melody was even ornamented by the
slight sounds produced by sea waves which were likely to bring
me to a heavenly dream, to the paradise of music! Each note had
its own character. Nimble notes after notes flied into my ears
without cease. I could not help swaying my body with the beat
of the music. Meanwhile, the sound of ship, wind and all kinds
of natural sound played a philharmonic performance. Hearing this
kind of natural sound was something that could be rarely experienced
in such an ever-changing society - Hong Kong.
sound produced was trapped in between the skyscrapers along the
seafronts. It echoed and echoed again and again, thereby resounding
the whole Victoria Harbour with the most unbelievably mellifluous
music. My ears were ringing with the thundering echoes multiplied
by a sudden hush. I was totally intoxicated by the marvelous music
and overwhelmed by the splendid atmosphere. It was really an exhilarating
experience listening to the music.
stood there still blissfully absorbed in the music and hypnotized
by the melody. Personally, I was so eager to shout, scream and
clap my hands as loud as possible so as to manifest my appreciation.
worrying of missing the melodious music for even a second, I had
to tell myself keeping silence and pricking up my ears. All in
all, they composed such a breathtaking picture which was beyond
praise. I was petrified with appreciation.
could do nothing but to glorify and extol the virtues of Nature.
My soul was awakened and my heart was brightened. '
to the music with rapt attention, I found something blocking my
sight slightly. I did not know whether this is merely my imagination
or not. Then, I examined it carefully. My finding was great! Even
mist was attracted or "summoned" to the Victoria Harbour by the
melodic music, forming a superb view. Although it was only a very
thin mist, as thin as a sheet of paper, the visibility was more
or less affected. Nonetheless, this mist not only posed a blemish
to the scenery, but it spread the Harbour with a veil of subtlety
and mystery. The water droplets suspended in the air had magic!
They caused somewhat the occurrence of mirage. Although it seemed
to be a little bit absurd that mirage occurred in sub-tropical
regions, I really saw it! The building of the opposite side liked
a faded photography. All the objects appeared distorted, elongated,
and suspended in the air, producing a so-called looming effect.
I could no longer comment on this scene as I had nothing in my
brain already facing this spectacle.