青岛,一座以海为其精魂的城市。潮起潮落,人们筑起了青岛,希望借此城邑触碰大海,了解海的习性,亲近海的灵魂。海浪在翻覆间吐纳着青岛的文明,同时也定格了人们对于这座城市的记忆。那份记忆为大海所填满,变得过于美好,因而沉浮于汪洋脑海中,时而涌上心头,时而又无踪可觅,或许海的魅力正是如此玄妙。为了打捞起自己内心深处关于海的记忆,一群浪迹天涯的车友们再次聚首,共同追寻海浪拍打过的碣石。恍惚中,我们赶到了这里,这里便是浪里青岛。 Qingdao, a city whose essence is the sea. Ebb and flow, people built Qingdao, hoping to touch the sea to know the sea habits, close to the soul of the sea. The waves tumbled across the tumultuous civilization of Qingdao, and also fixed the memory of the city. The memory of the sea filled, become too good, and thus sink in the ocean, sometimes in my heart, sometimes without trace to find, perhaps the charm of the sea is so mysterious. In order to salvage their memories of the sea deep inside, a group of wandering horizon riders once again gathered together to pursue the waves beat the stone. Trance, we arrived here, here is the waves in Qingdao.