海在我们的脚下沉吟着 ,诗人一般。那声音仿佛是朦胧的月光和玫瑰的晨雾那样温柔 ;又像是情人的蜜语那样芳醇 ;低低的 ,轻轻的 ,像微风拂过琴弦 ;像落花飘在水上。……海终于愤怒了 ,它咆哮着袭击过来 ,猛烈地冲向岸边 ,冲进了岩石的罅隙里 ,又拨剌着岩石的壁垒。音响就越大了 The sea is meditating at our feet, the poet. The voice was as soft as the hazy moonlight and the morning mist of the rose, the mellow aphrodisiac of the lover's honey, the low, the gentle, the breeze blowing like a string, the falling of the flower on the water. The sea finally anger, it roared attack, violently toward the shore, burst into the rock crevices, but also assassination of rock barriers. The bigger the sound