沙滩上,一个胖乎乎的小男孩在用小手堆砌着一座城堡。海水拍打着岸边,卷起朵朵洁白的浪花。阳光、沙滩、海浪、白帆,还有那沙滩上用小手堆砌城堡的小男孩,这一幕构成了一幅温馨、甜美的画面。小男孩用小手用力抓着沙,堆砌着他的城堡。城堡塌了下来,再继续,一点也不气馁。在他小小的心灵里,有一个愿望:他要把他的城堡打造成牢不可破的宫殿。可是,尽管小男孩每一次都用力抓起沙,想抓的满满的,那沙却还是从指间里,像一串线似的,丝丝缕缕地溢掉了。等到他将手中握的沙放到小沙丘上,只剩下一点点了。小男孩急得眼睛里滚出了泪水,他对身旁的妈妈说道:“妈妈,我手里的 On the beach, a chubby little boy piled a castle with little hands. The sea flapping ashore, roll up the white and white spray. The sun, the sand, the waves, the white sails, and the little boy who piled the castle with little hands on the beach formed a warm, sweet picture. The little boy clutched his sand with his little hand and piled his castle. The castle collapsed, and then continued, not discouraged. In his little mind, there is a wish: He will make his castle into a unbreakable palace. However, despite the fact that the little boy struggled to grasp the sand each time he tried to grasp it, the sand was still spilling from the finger like a string of threads. Wait until he will hold the sand in the sand dunes, leaving only a little bit. Little boy got into tears in his eyes anxiously, he said to the mother beside him: ”Mom, my hands