一个海员的故事一段与航海有关的回忆从开始的击掌为盟到世界末日我工作在VTS中心,VTS中心在珠江畔,我的居室也在珠江畔,那里有一个忙碌的码头。在某个清晨,我突然在船舶的阵阵汽笛声中醒来,而这座城市仍在沉睡。凭栏远眺,天空仿佛笼罩着一层薄纱,轻烟样的晨雾还没有彻底消散,江面也没有秀出它优美的轮廓,隐约闪烁着舷灯和灯浮的红绿光,如同来自远方的霓虹,又像昔日的梦境,模 A seaman’s story A nautical-related memory From the beginning of the clap for the league to the end of the world I work in the VTS center, VTS center in the Pearl River, my room is also the Pearl River, where there is a busy pier. One morning, I suddenly woke up in the ship’s whistling sound, and the city was still asleep. Pens overlooking the sky, the sky seemed to shrouded a layer of gauze, light smoke like the morning fog has not completely dissipated, the river did not show its beautiful outline, faintly flashed the light of the sidelights and lights floating red and green, as from afar Neon, like the dreams of the past, mode