车子在白色灯塔脚下停了下来,车上的两个人看着眼前这个巨大的湖,波浪轻轻拍打着湖岸,仿佛在欢迎他们的到来。“就是这里了,萨拉。北风灯塔,我们的新家。”那天晚上,萨拉和爸爸就在他们的新家住下了。爸爸领着她经过一个弯曲的楼梯,上到一个四面都是玻璃窗的小屋。萨拉把手放在玻璃上,紧张地看着下面的湖。她数了一下,至少有20艘渔船在湖面上,但她看不到湖 The car stopped at the foot of the white lighthouse, two people in the car watching the huge lake in front of the waves gently patted the shore, as if welcoming them. “It’s here, Sara. Northwind Lighthouse, our new home.” That night Sarah and Dad stayed in their new home. Dad led her past a curving staircase onto a glass-covered hut on all sides. Sarah hands on the glass, nervously watching the lake below. She counted a few times, at least 20 fishing boats were on the lake, but she could not see the lake