多少次,在梦里听到海的声音;多少次,在书里见到岛的模样。在无数个数不清的日落与黄昏里,青岛,对一个生于内陆长于大地的女孩来说,一直是她心心念念的斯芬克斯之谜。憧憬,向往,却终不能至。在与青岛失之交臂的那个夏天,她去了另一座城市读书,而岁月如烟,青岛依然是她心中最燎香的那一抹。她用了无数个日日夜夜来思念那座城市,在日月 How many times have you heard the sound of the sea in your dreams; how many times have you seen the appearance of the island in the book? In countless countless sunsets and dusks, Qingdao, for a girl born inland and growing above the earth, has always been the mystery of Sphinx. Hey, longing, but it can’t come. In the summer that she missed Qingdao, she went to another city to study. When she was in smoke, Qingdao was still the most sensible thing in her heart. She spent countless days, nights and nights to miss the city in the sun and the moon.