我躺在病床上,裹着被子瑟瑟发抖,冰凉的海水仍在我脑海中徘徊,一浪又一浪地奔袭而来。那是我从未见过的十米巨浪,它遮住了天空, 吞没了太阳,天地霎时黑成一片。但我依旧清楚地记着爸爸奋力把我往前推,依旧清晰地听见爸爸声嘶力竭地叫我快往高处跑。海浪这个恶魔紧紧抓住爸爸的脚踝,把他拖向咆哮着的大海……泪水又一次清刷了我的脸颊。病房里的空气有一 I was lying in my bed, wrapped in a quilt and shivering, the cold water still lingering in my mind and coming in waves and waves. It was a ten-meter wave that I had never seen before. It covered the sky and swallowed the sun. When the world was dark, it became black. But I still clearly remembered that my dad struggled to push me forward, and still clearly heard that Dad had called me to run high. The demons of the waves clasped his father’s ankles and dragged him into the roaring sea. The tears cleared my cheeks once more. There is a room in the air