第九天从睁开眼起,岛上就一直下大雨。海风呼呼地吹,掠过南国乔木高大的树梢,掠过搁浅的船,掠过海鸟的巢,掠过满是贝壳的沙地,无孔不入地钻进他们用灌木和杂草堆砌的堡垒。从来不知道海风能够吹出这么多种调子,时而低沉如呜咽,声声轻语;时而高昂如汽笛,尖锐嘶哑,让所有人的心也跟着风声一起,忽上忽下。 On the ninth day, from the moment he opened his eyes, the island had been heavy rain. The sea breeze blows through the tall treetops of southern countries, passing through stranded ships, passing through the nests of seabirds, sweeping through sand filled with shells, and drilling without holes into the fortresses piled up with shrubs and weeds. . Never knew that the sea breeze could blow out so many kinds of tones, sometimes low and sobbing, whispering; sometimes high, such as the whistle, sharp and hoarse, so that everyone’s heart with the wind together, suddenly up and down.