我去过美国的西海岸,曾把脚深深地埋进沙里,松软的,细腻的,熨帖的。现在依稀还能闻到,阳光下海风散发着咸咸的味道。想起曹文轩在《海边的牛》中描写海的一段话:“一排海浪,朝岸边滚动而来,浪脊巍然耸起,形成一道道暗绿色的拱墙,压过来了,轰然摔倒在沙滩上,‘哗哗’崩溃了,留下一片白沫退下沙滩。让手指陷进沙里,冰凉的,潮湿的,黏性十足。” I’ve been to the west coast of the United States and have buried my feet deeply in the sand, soft, delicate, and ironed. Can still smell the vague, the sea breeze exudes a salty taste. Cao Cao Xuan remembered in the “sea cow” portrayed the sea: “a row of waves, rolling toward the shore, wave ridge towering up to form a dark green arch wall, pressure over, crashing crash On the beach, ’rushing’ collapsed, leaving a foamy foam to get out of the beach, putting fingers in the sand, cold, damp and sticky. ”