我喜欢大海,并不是因为生在海边,长在海边,对海洋有着与生俱来的深情。也不是因为曾是水手,当过渔民,日出而作于斯,日入而歇于斯,产生的那种职业性的依恋。当然更不是因为那海洋的蔚蓝色彩,而存有绘画的欲望;因为那海洋的辽阔,而想引吭高歌;因为那海洋说不尽的沧桑,而生出诗人的浪漫,才对大海怀有那份 I like the sea, not because I was born at the beach, grew up on the beach, has an inherent affection for the ocean. Nor was it the kind of occupational attachment that once belonged to sailors, fishermen, and sunrises, and entered the city while resting on Sri Lanka. Of course, not because of the blue color of the ocean, but also of the desire to paint; because of the vastness of the sea, and of its desire to sing; because of the untold vicissitudes of the oceans that gave birth to the poet’s romance,