老水手甲板上,一天,这个时间名词,在你的忙碌中,成为缤纷的动词。海风吹来,落霞与笑容相映红。你习惯性地揉了一下眼睛,看看不住地在眼前翻卷水晶与翡翠的大海。看了多少年了,这壮阔的大海呵!看老了风帆,看老了海鸥,看老了苍茫。当然,也看老了正在半空盘旋的夕阳。那从眼睛透入到灵魂的光芒,有着明亮的沉静和 Old sailor deck, a day, this time nouns, in your busy, become a colorful verb. Sea breeze blowing, falling clouds and smiles match each other red. You habitually rubbed his eyes, could not help watching in front of the crystal and emerald sea rolled. Read how many years, this magnificent sea Oh! Looked old sail, look old seagulls, look old and vast. Of course, also look at the old sunset is hovering in mid-air. The light, penetrating from the eyes to the soul, has a bright, calm look