1他心里对自己说,不要看她,不要看她,可好似被强磁铁吸引似的仍不由自主地转过头,望着那娘们。她站在船桥上,臂肘搁着栏杆遥望远方,象座塑像。真美,她那白里透红的皮肤,又白又光,头发乌黑,典型的中国风味,眼睛却是灰蓝,富有异国情调。五月的北大西洋仍然寒气袭人,水手们都还穿毛衣,她却穿了一条绸裙子,调皮的海风不时地将裙边掀起来,又落下去,逗得人心痒痒的。一位英国航海家说过,对海员来说,女人好比面包和盐,不可或缺。 1 He said to himself in his heart, do not look at her, do not look at her, still seem to be attracted by a strong magnet still involuntarily turned around and looked at that pussy. She stood on the bridge, elbow resting on the railings looking into the distance, like a statue of the seat. So beautiful, her rosy skin, white and light, black hair, the typical Chinese flavor, eyes are gray and blue, exotic. The north Atlantic in May was still very cold and the sailors were still wearing sweaters. She wore a silk skirt, and the naughty sea breeze lifted the skirt from time to time, and fell again, making people startling. An English navigator said that for seafarers women are like bread and salt indispensable.