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她静静地站在海边,侧耳倾听海浪的歌声,浪花追逐着涌向脚边,溅湿了长裙。她慢慢地蜷起腿,下颌轻抵住膝,双臂环身地坐在了一块大岩石上。翻腾的海浪就在身下,顽皮的海风拨弄着长发,清冷的月光照着她细致的脸庞,若隐若现……一切看起来是那么的不真实,有那么一瞬间,我以为我看到了“海的女儿”。我不敢走的太近,生怕她被我吓着,跳进海中逃走。她在想什么呢?想的那么入神,一动不动。她的背影那么孤独,在想什么伤心的事么?还是在等她的王子?
She quietly stood by the sea, listening to the waves of the voices, the waves chased toward the foot, splashing wet dress. She slowly curled up her leg, her jaw pressed lightly against her knee, her arms sitting round a large rock. Tossing waves in the body, naughty seaweed frizzy hair, cold moon shines on her meticulous face, looming ... everything looks so unreal, for a moment, I thought I saw Daughter of the sea. " I am afraid to go too close, for fear that she was scared me, jumped into the sea to escape. What is she thinking? I think so fascinated, motionless. Her back so lonely, thinking of something sad? Or waiting for her prince?