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(IV) I have been thinking about how to straighten out the relationship between the Caribbean Sea and Isla Mujeres. Logically, the Caribbean Sea is the mother and Isla Mujeres is one of her many children; but I also feel that the Caribbean Sea is a man who is sometimes gentle and sometimes violent, and Isla Mujeres is a woman who is quietly waiting and gentle and beautiful. For example, the Spaniards came and left, although the legendary captain stayed for the beautiful and cold goddess on the island but died of depression. Countless of us tourists just take a walk, explore or enjoy it and then leave, without even leaving a trace of the love we once had; and Isla Mujeres stands at the origin like a goddess, no matter how stormy it is, no matter the sun rises and sets, time flows to the end; only the arms of the sea tide and the hands of the waves surround and comfort her, from beginning to end. In fact, the goddess opens her arms, you come and you go, she always greets and sees you off without a sound. If the sky has feelings, it will also grow old, and the side of feelings is the harbor. I remember a young lady who passed by me at the end of the last century. She smiled and said in a tone full of vicissitudes: I am like a ship that has sailed across the ocean. I am already tired now. I really want to find a harbor of my own... I was moved by the word "harbor", but I almost fell into the waves and was destroyed. But the imagined harbor eventually stayed in my heart. Whenever I saw the real and beautiful harbor under the sunset, it floated up and boiled with the last touch of red. Earlier, I wrote a poem "On the Same Row" in my university graduation message book: For many years, we floated on the sea on the same row After that, meeting you on the other side became my treasured romance Walking in the rainy morning Bluebirds under the heavy rain Confucius said that we are the same but not harmonious Harmonious but different And you, can you recall the few common languages ​​lost at the bottom of the sea A hundred years later, I just couldn't help but sigh for you Alas, my son When will you be resurrected When will the ignited desire shine my heart of ebb and flow