海,一个神秘的地方;海,一个辽阔的地方。海边人家靠海吃海,生活中便多出许多海的趣味。四月的海边是有些冷的,当别的地方都逐渐变暖和时,海风依旧嗖嗖地吹着。有时还会凭空飘起雾来,整个村庄被浓浓的雾气笼罩着,面前十几米的建筑物都会藏在雾中不露脸,走在路上只能看见对面昏黄的像两只大眼睛似的车灯。骑车来到学校,我们的头发上便结了密密细细的白色水珠,头发丝像雨后的蜘蛛网一样,常常惹得同学们一阵大笑。 Sea, a mysterious place; sea, a vast place. Sea people eat sea by the sea, life will be many more interesting sea. The seaside in April was a bit cold, and when the rest of the world got warmer, the sea breeze still whizzed. Sometimes floating in the air, the entire village was enveloped by thick mist, in front of a dozen meters of buildings will be hidden in the fog does not show his face, walking on the road only to see opposite the dim like two big eyes like the car light. Bicycling to school, our hair is knotted with dense, white beads of water, and the hair, like the cobwebs after the rain, often makes students laugh aloud.