只有一声声轻微却无去被忽略的脆响,计算着时间的流逝。深秋的怀特岛上,全是浆果与狂风。彩色悬崖下,巨浪卷起白色泡沫,将沙滩全部吞噬。如果你相信安徒生的童话,一定会为那么多那么多心碎的人鱼公主伤怀。而悬崖上的树则被英吉利海峡的风吹出频率相仿的弧度,如同搁浅的浪,散落各处。这座远离英格兰本岛的白色岛屿是一个冷酷仙境。去过这么多地方,只有英格兰的阴冷让我有宾至如归的安然。潮湿顶着风朝悬崖顶端前进 Only the sound of a small, but not to ignore the crisp, calculate the passage of time. On the Isle of Wight in the late autumn, there are all berries and winds. Under the colored cliffs, huge waves rolled up white foam and swallowed up the beach. If you believe in Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales, you will surely hurt so many heartbroken princess mermaids. The trees on the cliff were blown by the winds of the English Channel in an arc of similar frequency, like stranded waves, scattered everywhere. This white island away from England’s island is a cold fairyland. Having visited so many places, only the cold of England made me feel at home. Wet winds against the top of the cliff