你是否也會偶爾想起那一個夏日，那個夏日黃昏裡我們美麗的邂逅，金色的沙灘上，海風飄來一條紅絲線，牽絆了你我。是漁民那一網的魚，牽延了我們的腳步。相向跑來的我們，同時駐足於漁民拉網的喊號中，眼神忽然就捨棄了壯觀的大海，彼此的注視，似乎一個世紀那麼悠長。直到我羞澀的垂下眼帘，你倉促間抓住了漁網的拉繩。「你傻呀快拉我的手」，我就遲疑地抓住了你的手，一大網的魚兒在網裡，蹦著，跳躍著，上岸了，「你柔軟的小手給了我無盡的力量，是我拉上來的」。你驕傲的神情，讓漁民都憨憨的笑你。於是，夕陽下的沙灘開始抒寫我們的浪漫的故事。 我張揚著愛的翅膀，欣欣然，融化在你如火的注視裡。大海湧動的浪花朵朵，那就是愛的春暖花開，你的深情，讓我看到夏天的繁花似錦。在這個愛的的季節，你給了我全部的喜悅，我凝視著你，就好像看到了最瑰麗的人生風情。 夢裡也會笑醒了，憧憬著再遇的美麗。然而，晨霧籠罩了一切。我不見了你，我茫然四顧，對著大海呼喚，海風只傳來你昨日的誓言「每年的這個夏日，我都會帶你來看海」。我再也找不到沙灘上昨日追逐的歷程和腳印，聽不到浪花裡記錄的呢喃和歡笑，看不到雲朵上拍攝的牽手和相擁。我問自己，這真的是一個美麗的夢，還是我涉足了海市蜃樓，可是，我的掌心卻分明還能感覺到你的溫度，我柔軟的發梢還能嗅聞到你的氣息。 真的是這樣嗎？那山巒，那海灘，真的在迷霧的氤氳下消失了嗎？ 從此期盼夏季的來臨成了我最美麗的奢望。 從此黃昏後夕陽下，一個孤單的守望者蕩漾在水面上。 從此，那累累的記憶就如掠過我臉龐的風，時時觸摸別人看不到的傷痛。那湧動著鮮活色彩的畫面就定格在了我的生命中，經過時間的衝刷和沉澱，成了我平凡生活中最清逸迷人的景致。 你恍惚一曲天籟之音，在我耳邊悠揚後，在我還沉醉之時，便毫不吝惜的帶走了我的深情。結果是，一個空澄的靈魂遊蕩著，固執的堅守自己，拒絕改變。這霧航的舟船呀，找不到方向，怎麼靠岸？於是，一種堅持迎風而立，如沉默的巖石不肯退讓。 潮汐的漲落，如我心裡澎湃的激情，總會在風起的時候，湧著波瀾。日月輪迴，流年感傷，印記或曾淡化，而這芬芳的氣息從未稍減，一路緩緩伴我。悠悠溫情，嫋嫋情懷，似那幅金色夕陽的水粉畫定格在心屏上，永不褪色。 又到了一個爛漫的夏季了，你會帶我去看那片海嗎？你會記起你的承諾嗎？你會回味我熱切的眼神嗎？我目光注視著你的方向，微風從你那裡飄來，我急急地捕捉你的信息。 我等待，等待那滔滔人潮中偶爾回眸的那雙眼。我等待，等待將一切記憶真實再現。我等待，等待用所有的真情完美一個夢的意境。 你一定會帶我去看那片海，是嗎？Do you occasionally think of that summer, our beautiful encounter in that summer dusk? On the golden beach, a red silk thread came from the sea breeze, which hindered you and me. It's the fishermen's net of fish that delays our pace. As we ran towards each other, we stopped in the shouting of fishermen. Our eyes suddenly gave up the magnificent sea. We looked at each other for a century. Until I shyly lowered my eyes, you hastily grasped the rope of the fishing net. "You are silly, pull my hand quickly", I hesitated to grasp your hand, a large net of fish in the net, jumping, jumping, ashore, "your soft hand gave me endless strength, I pulled up.". Your pride makes fishermen laugh at you. So, the beach under the setting sun began to express our romantic story. I spread the wings of love, happily, melting in your gaze like fire. The surging waves of the sea, that is the love of spring flowers, your affectionate, let me see the summer flowers. In this season of love, you give me all the joy, I gaze at you, as if to see the most beautiful life style. Dream will also wake up with a smile, looking forward to the beauty of meeting again. However, the morning fog shrouded everything. I lost you, I looked around at a loss, calling to the sea, the sea breeze only came your oath yesterday, "every summer, I will take you to see the sea.". I can no longer find the track and footprints of yesterday's pursuit on the beach, the murmur and laughter recorded in the waves, and the holding hands and hugs photographed on the clouds. I asked myself, this is really a beautiful dream, or I set foot in a mirage, but my palm can clearly feel your temperature, my soft hair can smell your breath. Is that true? Did the mountains and beaches really disappear under the dense fog? Since then, looking forward to the coming of summer has become my most beautiful luxury. From then on, after dusk, under the setting sun, a lonely watchman rippled on the water. From then on, the memory is like the wind passing through my face, always touching the pain that others can't see. That surging with fresh colors on the screen in my life, after the time of erosion and precipitation, has become the most elegant and charming scenery in my ordinary life. You trance a sound of nature, melodious in my ears, when I am still intoxicated, it does not grudge to take away my deep feelings. As a result, an empty soul wanders, stubbornly sticks to itself and refuses to change. How can we get to the shore if we can't find the direction? Therefore, a kind of insistence on standing against the wind, such as the silent rock refused to give way. The ups and downs of tides, such as the surging passion in my heart, always surge with waves when the wind blows. The samsara of the sun and the moon, the sentimental passing of time, the mark may have faded, and the fragrant breath has never been slightly reduced, all the way slowly with me. Long warm, curly feelings, like the golden sunset gouache painting frame in the heart screen, never fade. It's another brilliant summer. Will you take me to see the sea? Will you remember your promise? Will you recall my eager eyes? My eyes are watching your direction, the breeze comes from you, I am eager to capture your information. I wait, waiting for the eyes that occasionally look back in the surging crowd. I wait, waiting for all memories to reappear. I wait, waiting to perfect the artistic conception of a dream with all my true feelings. You will definitely take me to see the sea, won't you?The picture was so pretty indeed that the boys stood for several minutes lost in admiration. They had never viewed any thing of the kind, and it was something that would always be a pleasant memory to them.！六寶天降：首席爹地超厲害 陶寶, 司冥寒 一胎六寶爸比好厲害 淘寶司冥寒免費小說 天才六胞胎不要爹地\\首席上司請自重 傲驕爹地萌寶套路深全文免費閱讀