Walt whitman's feelings in winter at the seaside.

In the book Essays on the Leisure Life on the Table, I first read Whitman's A Winter Day by the Sea, which is a simple and clear description of the open sea in winter by Whitman. I read it more than once. (The following is the original text of the book)

Not long ago, on a sunny day in1February, I was sitting on the train of the old railway line from Camden to Atlantic City. It took me more than an hour to reach the seaside in New Jersey, where I spent a noon. . . In the last part of the journey, about five or six miles, the train drove into a vast saline grassland: there were criss-crossed saltwater lakes and criss-crossed rivers. The smell of thatch reminds me of "malt pulp" and the bay in the south of my hometown. . . From eleven o'clock to two o'clock in the afternoon, I was almost at the seaside, or where I could see the sea, listening to the hoarse whisper of the sea and inhaling the cool and pleasant breeze. . . I walked in one direction (I couldn't see anyone) and occupied a small room, which seemed to be the living room of a bathing beach. The surrounding scenery is unique to me-bizarre and interesting, refreshing, and there is nothing to hide-I am surrounded by grass and straw bags-empty and unpretentious. The ship is in the distance, and in the distance, you can only see a ship dragging a wisp of black smoke coming here; Seagoing ships and cross-sail masts are more clearly visible, and most of them ride strong winds and sail.

The sea and coast are full of charm and charm! Their simplicity, even their emptiness, makes people think endlessly! What did they evoke in my heart, indirectly or directly? The spreading waves, white-gray beaches and sea salt are monotonous and unconscious-there is no art, no lyrics, no words, no elegance. This winter is inspiring beyond words, but it looks so soft and beautiful, so extraordinary. It touches my feelings more deeply and inexplicably than all the poems I have read, all the paintings I have seen and all the music I have listened to (however,

A 700-word essay describes a kind of winter charm on the beach in New Jersey, which makes people feel eager to appreciate it and then sink into calm intoxication and imagination.