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曾经,喜欢久远的梦。喜欢那有着淡白色贝壳,透明清浅的海水,喜欢潮起潮落的海水变幻。而久远的梦和潮落时留下的一地回忆,如今只剩下一腔欷歔。——题记我又梦到了潮起潮落。梦,在潮起中开始。海边的太阳缓缓升起,阳光带来了世间所有的温暖,也推动了海水向岸边涌去。梦随潮而生。旧时的梦里,总有一个小男孩儿光着脚丫,在那涌起的海水中,静静地等待日出。那时的海边充满了欢笑,有几对情侣总会在黄昏时候,手拉着手在海滩上散步。海滩附近的石墩
Once, like a long time dream. Like that with a pale white shell, transparent shallow sea of water, like the ebb and flow of water changes. And long-cherished dreams and memories of a place left by the ebb and flow, now only a lingering room. - Inscription I dreamed of ebb and flow. Dream, start in the tide. The sun on the beach rose slowly, the sun brought all the warmth of the world, but also pushed the seawater to the shore. Dream with the tide. Old dreams, there is always a little boy barefoot, in that surging sea, quietly waiting for the sunrise. At that time the sea was full of laughter, and several couples always walked hand in hand at dusk. Stone pier near the beach