多少年,记忆中的某个角落总有一片潮声……重回青岛,当我又站在海边时,竟隐隐有些失落感。失落了什么呢?海依旧,浪也依旧。也许,只是少了那熟悉的潮声。噢!不,是少了那听潮的伙伴。我第一次来看海,是在几年前夏日的一个黄昏。正值斜阳西坠,太阳红着脸,把一片金色的霞光铺到海上,那么柔和,那么平静。我对着海呆了,如此宁静,如此和谐的美!不知过了多长时间,我才发现,海滩上除了我还有一 For many years, there was always a boom in some corner of memory... When I returned to Qingdao, I was still a little lost when I stood on the beach again. What is lost? The sea is still old and the waves are still there. Maybe, just the less familiar tide. Oh, no, it is less of a partner who listens to the tide. The first time I looked at the sea, it was a sunset in summer several years ago. At the time of the sun sinking in the sun, the sun blushed and put a golden glow on the sea, so soft and calm. I stayed in the sea, so quiet, so beautiful in harmony! I didn’t know how long it took for me to discover that apart from me on the beach