从前,每条线都涌起波浪,浪头打在海上,打在海边,盛开一朵朵洁白的花。我数着一分钟里浪扑上来的个数和心跳的次数是不是差不多。如果不懂潮汐规律,要想知道现在是涨潮还是退潮,需要时间。如果流泪,我的眼泪是一滴滴悲伤的海。几步之遥,几百步之遥,都有人在活动。在我心里,在我脑子里,也有人在活动。海风拂面而来,对我最热情的就是它了,但它的热情是一阵 Once upon a time, every line was filled with waves, waves hit the sea, hit the beach, blooming white flowers blossoming. I am counting the number of waves flutter in a minute and the number of heartbeats is not much. If you do not know the tidal law, to know if it is high or low tide, it will take time. If tears, my tears are a sad sea. A few steps away, a few hundred steps away, there are people in the activities. In my heart, there are people in my head. The sea breeze blowing, the most enthusiastic to me is it, but its enthusiasm is a while