我站在沿海公路边。阴沉的云团堆在天际,层层叠叠的黑暗不停翻滚。海浪奔涌着,卷起千堆雪,雪浪击石碎,前赴后继、蹈死不顾,在倒错的视野里,一时分辨不出是壮烈还是悲凉。我想起我的家乡,想起那风雨中咆哮的长江,最终脑海里定格的却是连绵而摇曳生姿的芦苇丛。被狂风 I stood by the coast road. Gloomy cloud heap in the sky, layers of dark kept rolling. Waves surging, rolled up thousands of snow, snow waves hit rock fragments, went on to go after, dying to death, in the wrong view, can not tell a moment is heroic or desolate. I think of my hometown, think of the roar of the Yangtze River in the wind and rain, the final stop my mind is a continuous and swaying reeds. Been squally