海潮一次次地奔涌而来,磨光了礁石的棱角,濡湿了梦的边缘……——题记脑海中常常浮现出一个孩子那瘦小的身影。那小孩独坐在石阶上,膝盖上放着一本如词典般厚的旧书。虽然不解其中一些生僻词句的含义,但仍抵挡不住那一页页铅字的诱惑。一张张边角略微泛黄的书页,从孩子的指尖轻轻地滑过。 The sea tide rushed again and again, grinding the edges and corners of the reef, dampening the edge of the dream...——The inscription often shows a thin figure of a child in his head. The child sat alone on the stone steps, with an old dictionary book on his knees. Although I couldn’t understand the meaning of some of the rare words, I still couldn’t resist the temptation of that page. A sheet of slightly yellowed corners slides gently from the child’s fingertips.