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我与往常一样,信步来到海边,晚霞映得大海红熠熠的,远处那些熟悉的崖山象一条条小舢板。海鸥不时冲击着海面,又不时拍打着翅膀直冲云天。一阵阵轻柔的海风吹来,凉飕飕的,远处的渔船箭一般向我驶来。忽地,一团阴云遮住了夕阳,那海中的小山丘象一条大鲨鱼,在起伏的海浪中追逐摇晃着的渔船,海浪越来越大。台风,台风就要来了。渔船很快地靠上了岸。一位老渔民笑吟吟地朝我走来,从他的口中得知,他们早知道了台风的消息,这不由使我想起四十年前的那段航海生涯。
As usual, I walked to the beach, the sunset reflected the red sea, distant cliffs like those familiar with a small plate. Seagulls from time to time impact the sea, and from time to time flapping wings straight into the sky. Bursts of soft sea breeze blowing, cool, fishing boats arrows in the distance generally come to me. Suddenly, a cloud cover the sunset, the hills in the sea like a big shark in the ups and downs of the waves chasing the fishing boat, the waves are growing. Typhoon, typhoon is coming. The fishing boat quickly landed. An old fisherman walked toward me with a smile, knowing from his mouth that they had known the news of the typhoon, reminding me of that sailing career 40 years ago.