炭火的余烬依旧幽幽地闪着光,在粗糙不平的墙壁上投下淡淡的影子。我坐在爸爸的腿上,出神地听着龙与勇士的故事,这成了我儿时最初的记忆。渐渐地,我长大了。一天清晨,海上最后一缕薄雾也即将散去。翱翔的海鸥用动人的歌声问候冉冉升起的太阳,然后它们直冲灰色的苍穹。爸爸带着我走近了那艘船,我一时惊呆了。它那样庞大,真像多年前我想象中的龙——高高的桅杆,猎猎飞扬的船帆,仿佛一眼望不到头的船体。突然,我的视线掠过了正值盛 Charcoal embers still shimmering, cast a faint shadow on the rough walls. I sit on my dad’s legs and listen to the story of the dragon and the brave, which became my first memory of my childhood. Gradually, I grew up. One morning, the last ray of mist at sea is about to disperse. Soaring seagulls greet the rising sun with moving singing, and they glide straight into the gray sky. Dad took me approached the ship, I was shocked. It was so massive that it was like the dragon I had imagined years ago - a tall mast, a sailing hull, a glimpse of the hull at a glance. Suddenly, my eyes crossed the positive Sheng