The dark clouds and waves gathered on the sea surface dissipated little by little in Qinglong's grief. Qinglong was very depressed. When he was practicing, he always felt that there was a golden dragon palace waiting for him in the sea. It was not until he jumped into the sea and saw the garbage that he realized the difference between dreams and reality.
Mr. Gu and the Taoist priests who arrived first had been focusing on Qinglong and the extreme weather since they entered the Seaside Park. Now, after hearing his crying, they had the energy to observe the sea surface. Sure enough, they found that it was not only the sea water surging in the strong wind, but also wave after wave of domestic garbage splashed up by the water.
Due to Qinglong's attempt to enter the sea, a lot of garbage has been thrown into the sea park by the waves. A thick layer of plastic bags, water bottles, lunch boxes, abandoned fishing nets, and even tattered clothes and shoes and socks have been piled up next to the guardrail of the park embankment. The surface of these things has been covered with a thick layer of algae. It is unknown how long they have stayed in the sea. Looking up, a lot of foreign objects can be vaguely seen floating on the sparkling sea surface.
Qinglong's sadness was beyond words: "How did my Dragon Palace become like this? It's totally different from what was said in the inheritance..."
The people present seemed a little embarrassed. Mr. Gu couldn't help but coughed: "Now that various coastal cities are developing tourism, marine pollution is indeed a bit serious..."
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