我的家靠大海,窗户能看到港湾,看到船舶。天好的时候,还能看到碧波。有一个傍晚,天空扩散腾腾的浓烟。说是油管爆炸了,说是大火烧到了海上。第二天,第三天,看到黑色的原油一层层地铺到大海上。先是十多平方公里,然后是几百平方公里。海带,没有办法,裹着油,死了。贝类,裹着油,含着油,也死了。鱼,有的死,有的没死。没死的,向着大海蓝色的方向逃亡。港湾没变,海鸥依然飞翔。美丽的白色投影在黑色的海洋上,样子凄凉。那只最年 My home by the sea, windows can see the harbor, see the ship. Good day, but also see the blue waves. One evening, there was a thick smoke spreading in the sky. That is a pipe explosion, said it was a big fire burned to the sea. The next day, the third day, saw the black crude oil layer by layer to the sea. First more than 10 square kilometers, then hundreds of square kilometers. Kelp, no way, wrapped in oil, dead. Shellfish, wrapped in oil, containing oil, also died. Fish, some died, some did not die. Not dead, fled toward the blue sea. Harbor has not changed, the seagull is still flying. Beautiful white projection on the black ocean, looks bleak. That is the youngest