我一直在行走,有时顺水,有时逆水,在岱衢洋里。大海就在我的脚下,一刻不停地流淌。流淌的是风景,不变的是记忆。在岱衢洋里,我已经走了四十五年。岱衢洋是我的故乡。故乡的岱衢洋回荡着大黄鱼不老的歌谣,那咕咕的叫声似天籁一般动听。在海风吟唱的时候,在星星点亮的夜晚,悬 I have been walking, sometimes smooth, and sometimes against the water, in Daiquyangyangli. The sea is at my feet, flowing moment by moment. Flowing is the scenery, the same is the memory. In Daiquyangyang, I have already gone forty-five years. Dai Quyang is my hometown. Dai Quyang hometown echoes the old song of the big yellow croaker, that cuckoo sounds like the sounds of nature is generally pleasant. Singing in the sea breeze, hanging in the stars lit night