一“妈妈,海的那一边是什么?”“是宝岛。”“宝岛?就是有很多宝贝的海岛吗?”“是啊,有很多宝贝……”母亲轻轻抚着儿子的小脑袋,嘴角都是笑,望向远方。这是福建的一个普通村庄。海浪拍打着礁石,一下,一下,又一下,时间冲刷着两岸,方的石头变圆、变小,变成沙砾,小小的孩童手里拿着树枝,一笔一画在沙滩上写字。写好,呼啦,海水冲过来,淹没了字迹。小小孩童手里的树枝没有停下, “” Is the island. “” Treasure Island? Is there a lot of baby island? “” Yes ah, there are a lot of baby ... "Mother Gently caress his son’s small head, his mouth is laughing, looking to the distance. This is an ordinary village in Fujian. Waves lap the rocks, and look, look, look, the time scouring the two sides, the side of the stone round, smaller, into a gravel, a small child holding hands in the branches, one by one painting on the beach to write. Written, holly, seawater rushed over, flooded the handwriting. The hands of small children did not stop the branches,