Summary: Learn Chinese with ChineseClass101! Don't forget to stop by ChineseClass101.com for more great Chinese Language Learning Resources! -------Lesson Dialog------- ----Simplified ---- 想起海鲜，想吃海鲜 七夕那天，我和男友来到了蓝天白云、椰林树影、贫穷落后的北海游泳。秉着欺山莫欺水的安全意识和怕死又怕累的小市民精神，我们都非常没骨气地只在浅水区域徘徊，一旦发现脚不能触地便像两只逃命小虾一样慌慌张张往回游。当然，由于我们身高的差异，对男友而言的安全界限已属于我的深深深水区，所以一直在深深深水区里的我，相比他是勇敢许多，简直是在拼命。 涠洲岛是个十分原始的渔村岛，什么都没有，包括污染。好吧，不可能零污染，就算它被污染得少点儿吧。当然，热带岛屿，芭蕉椰子和海鲜是少不了的，除此之外就是粗犷豪迈又沧桑的渔民，没错，就是皮肤黝黑满脸皱纹老烟鬼那类的渔民。我们傍晚在海边的时候就遇到了一个，他简直是从漫画里跑出来的。叼着烟，皱着眉，穿着破旧的衣服，开着同样破旧的渔船，非常帅气并很吵地向我们驶来——卖海鲜喽——，卖海鲜喽——！他在离我们不远处停船之后——没有靠岸，只停在水里——就把刚打到渔网里的鱼虾蟹都炫了出来，包括墨鱼和长得像蝙蝠一样的鱼，胳膊一甩就把它们搭到了船头上，干脆利落。我俩完全被渔夫浑身散发着的力量和光彩吸引住了，呆呆地站在水里看得出神。男友发表着“我以后要当个渔夫！”的痴话，我就做着“我要买一艘渔船！”的痴梦，一边还得蹬水，上下漂着，虽然我们身无分文。 渔船很小，结构简单，船身被隔成了几个格子，里面用水养着刚刚打来的肥虾大蟹，以及很多的鱼和...鱼。我们本来只是看热闹，但发现在那堆挤在一起的虾里有一只非常俏皮，它不像——别的虾那样乖乖趴着，而像在度假一样放松-先飞快地游到水面，马上来一个一百八十度翻身，肚子朝天装死尸，然后慢慢自由落体，沉到水底，完了又飞快地游到水面再来一次……我俩看到就不行了，不买了它怎么对得起这么卖力的演出。结果那天晚上我们就在下榻的农家乐里自己加工了一堆鱼虾蟹，吃到累…… ----English---- Whenever I think of Seafood... It was Chinese Valentine's Day (July 7) when my boyfriend and I went on to the underdeveloped Beihai region for a swim. The sky was blue that day, the clouds were white, and the forest was cool and shady. Caught up with concern over the safety of climbing and swimming, and filled with the natural fear of death and hard labor common to city folk, my boyfriend and I waded back and forth in the shallows. We'd swim out from the shore only to scurry back once we discovered ourselves out of our depth. And of course, because my boyfriend is taller than me, his area of safety extended into what I considered really deep water. Which meant that I counted as much braver than him for facing that sort of mortal danger. Weizhou Island was an almost entirely natural fishing village. They didn't have anything there, not even pollution. Or there may have been some pollution, but it was less polluted at least. And of course, it didn't have as many palm trees and seafood as a tropical island. Beyond the nature, the island had a caste of weather-beaten fishermen, their faces all dark and wrinkled. In the evening, we ran into one by the ocean. He seemed to have stepped out of a painting. He was smoking, scowling, wearing worn-out clothing, and was the master of an equally worn-out boat. He drove over to us looking quite handsome and loudly cried out, "Looking for seafood?" His boat stopped not far from the shore and waited there in the water, reaching down into his boat and pulling out some freshly caught fish, shrimp, and crabs. His catch included cuttlefish and another kind that looked like a bat. With a single motion, he threw them on the bow of his boat. We were captivated by his strength and the beauty of his action and just stared at him from the water's edge. That was when my boyfriend said, "I want to be a fisherman," and I came out with the equally stupid dream of buying a fishing boat. And all at the same time we were treading water and were without a cent to ourselves. The boat was small and simply built. It's cavity had been divided into several parts, all which were filled with water for the freshly caught shrimp, crabs and...well...all those fish. We looked into the tumult that was the shrimp compartment and saw one that caught our eye for being both cute and naughty. He wasn't as docile as the rest of the shrimp, but leapt around like he was on vacation. First, he'd fly up to the water's surface and make a one hundred and eighty degree flip, his stomach pointing straight up into the sky, and then sink back slowly into the tank. And when he was done, he'd repeat this again and again. We were so enraptured with the presentation we felt it would be unbecoming not to buy it after this performance. And so that evening we had a meal of fish, shrimp, and cr [...]
