我喜欢家门前的海。我家门前的海像一面锃光瓦亮的大玻璃镜,映着天,天变蓝了;映着云,云变蓝了;映着鸟,鸟也会变蓝。可是,这片海又像一个任性的小孩,脸色一天多变。清晨,它常常是安恬的,安恬得没有一丝涟漪,还羞怯地蒙着一层薄薄的面纱。每当风儿提着裙子 I like the sea in front of the house. The sea in front of my house looks like a large glass mirror shining brightly against the sky. The sky turns blue; the clouds turn blue; the birds turn blue. However, this sea is like a wayward child, his face changing day by day. In the early morning, it is often peaceful, peace and quiet without any ripples, but also shyly covered with a thin veil. Whenever the wind carries a skirt