海也会哭。如果你走近她的疼痛。海哭的时候,就像火焰在燃烧,时而高亢,时而低吟,时而跳跃,时而沉静。再洁净的海,也禁不住物欲一次小小的污染,然后,成群的海鸥,她们纯情的翅膀,一个个被谎言的闪电击落。就像临海的别墅群里,那些曾经天真的女人,到头来,日子一天天被潮水覆盖,忧伤多于快乐,寂寞多于沙砾。还有那些迷恋大海的游客,一旦体味到海水的咸涩,他们逃离的速度,比闪电还要快。思念和风铃绑在窗口,昨夜被孤独吹得沙沙作响,今晨又落满新的灰尘。 The sea will cry. If you approach her pain. When the sea is crying, it is like a flame burning, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes whispering, sometimes jumping, sometimes quiet. Then the sea of ​​cleanliness, but also can not help but materially a small pollution, and then, flocks of seagulls, their innocent wings, one by one lie lightning shot down. Like the seafront villas, those once innocent women, in the end, day by day tide cover, sad more than happy, more lonely than gravel. And those who are obsessed with the sea, once they appreciate the salty seawater, they flee faster than lightning. Miss and wind chimes tied to the window last night was lonely rustled, this morning it is full of new dust.