常常会在夏天想起那片海。仿若一股袅袅轻烟,淡紫的颜色,从记忆的深处浮起。晾满海带的木架下隐隐绰绰摇曳着的斑驳。晨时赤着脚丫浅滩上的小跑,直到趾问挤满了凉凉的细沙。正午躺在窗边时拂过脸颊的海风。在彩霞满天的黄昏,举一只海星星在手,仰头寻找边缘折射出斑斓的眩光。舒卷的云层中毅然射下光芒万丈,看那片蔚 Often think of the sea in summer. Like a curl light smoke, purple color, floating from the depths of memory. Stained with seaweed wooden shelf faintly mottling mottled. Chek your feet barefoot on the morning trot, until the toes asked to fill the cool sand. Wind blowing cheeks at noon when lying by the window. In the sunset sky in Choi Ha, a sea of ​​stars in hand, looking up to find the edge of the refraction of the beautiful glare. Shouzhu the clouds shot in the light of determination, look at the piece of Wei