一想去认识大海,却先结识了海风。秋日的清晨,走上去海滨的路。远远地,大海还没有照面,阵阵海风已扑面而来。起初,在长长的一段路上,并未注意到它的存在。因为,它虽劲,却又是那么柔,象婴儿的手在脸颊上轻抚;它虽捎带几分凉意,却并不寒冷,只是令人清醒。它那么纯净,除了海空的颜 A want to know the sea, but first met the sea breeze. Early autumn, walk up the road to the waterfront. Far, the sea has not looked after, blowing sea breeze has been blowing. At first, for a long time, it did not notice its existence. For though it is strong, it is so soft, like a baby’s hand stroking her cheek; it does not chill, but is sobering, incidentally. It is so pure, except the color of sea and sky