最后一缕嫣红的夕照与姑娘们轻快的笑声从圆圆的网眼里滑走了尖尖的竹梭儿将网刀一样的月牙与潮水牵进了曾经冷寂的渔港劳动不再是沉重的负担长长的尼龙丝线牵着崭新的生活与期待渐织渐长的渔网织进渔夫与金鱼的故事织进螺号催人的渔汛阿大从桅杆上滑下的叹息阿妈眼中苦涩的潮汐在竹梭儿与网板有节奏的“的笃”声中变成一支悠远的歌 The last bright red sunset with the girls brisk laugh from the round net glide the tip of the bamboo stick children net knife the same as the crescent and the tide dragged the once cold fishing port labor is no longer a heavy burden Long nylon thread holding a brand new life and look forward to a gradually growing fishing net Weaving into the fisherman and goldfish story Weaving into the snail Promote the fishing season A big slide from the mast sigh Ayam eyes bitter tide in the bamboo shuttle With the rhythm of the “Benedict ” sound into a distant song