太阳缓缓地从西边落下,大海的一潮一汐、一涨一退、一呼一吸都尽收眼底。人们常说,海的声音是哗哗的,我听到的却不是。我听到它们对我轻声细说,成千上万的细小声音飘浮在空气之上,如刚刚出生的婴儿一般喃喃自语,一字字时而清晰、时而模糊。但是我依旧十分努力地去听,去仔细地聆听,去认真地感受。就像是一首温柔的、娓娓动听的音乐;就像是一朵朵柔软的、变化如风 The sun slowly falling from the west, the waves of the sea, a rise and retreat, a breath of a take a panoramic view. People often say that the voice of the sea is rushing, but I do not hear it. I heard them whisper to me that tens of thousands of tiny sounds floated above the air, as newly born babies murmured, sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. However, I still tried very hard to listen carefully and listen carefully. It's like a gentle, appealing piece of music; it's like a blossoming softness that changes like a wind