我和爸妈来到松门,跟朋友一起出海捕鱼。由小船上大船后,我马上跑到顶层,四处张望。船尾处,螺旋桨轰鸣,海水翻出一层层白沫,船就这样渐渐地驶远了。我站在船头看风景。远处一线低矮的山脉,像王冠,在阳光下熠熠生辉;又像城墙,护着更远的一些雾蒙蒙的高山。船边的一些枯枝败叶,飘荡着,牵引着小水流,一条又一条。牵出的水纹,泛开了,一圈又一圈,滚动着, My parents and I came to Songmen, fishing with my friends out to sea. After the boat on the boat, I immediately ran to the top, looking around. Aft, the propeller roar, the sea dredged a layer of foam, the ship so slowly away. I stood watching the scenery bow. In the distance, the low frontier mountains, like the crown, shine in the sunshine; and like the city walls, guarding some foggy mountains farther away. Some dead branches near the edge of the boat, floating, pulling a small stream, one after another. Pull out the water pattern, pan-open, lap after lap, rolling,