劈头盖脸的一阵闪电雨被风刮到海滩,礁石后面的一群小寄居蟹被一个大浪卷进海里。没有比台风过后更平静的海面了,没有往日熟悉的沙沙对螯的声音,躲在一根海带下的小寄居蟹动了动右脚,还在,抻抻左脚,也还在,它东横一下,西横一下,还好啦,一点不比海带差什么,它细细打量了一下四周,大礁石,还是它熟悉的,盘在礁石上的那群骄傲的牡蛎一个也不见 A glittering shower of rain covered the face of the wind was blown to the beach, a group of young hermit crab behind the reef was a big wave into the sea. There is no more calm than the typhoon after the sea, and without the familiar sound of the sand to the cheetah, hiding under a kelp little hermit crab moved his right foot, still, 抻 抻 left foot, but also, it is still As for the horizontal cross, West cross, okay, nothing worse than the kelp, it looked around carefully, the big rock, or it is familiar, the group of proud oysters on the reef on a see