我是海水作文【一】
如果盐类元素不断地输入海洋，那海水不是会变得越来越咸了吗？还好在海洋中的生物会吸收许多的盐类物质，而化学吸附与沉淀作用也会将部分海水中的盐类转入沉淀物形态。根据测试研究发现，海水并没有越来越咸，海水中的盐份并没有在增加。
为什么湖水不是咸的呢？因为蒸气到了空气中的水份在经由雪，雨以及地下水形成汇集至湖中，就成了湖水，而湖水的'盐份是海水的几百分之一，所以，我们感觉不到咸味。但是如沙漠里的湖，湖水不断地被蒸发，那么湖水也会像海水一样咸。横跨约旦和以色列的死海，就是闻名于世的咸水湖。
海水中的水估计只有96.5%,其它的3.5%是氯化钾，氯化镁等盐类，根据实验平均有35克盐溶解在每千克海水中，其中氯化钾（盐类）占的比重较大，因为存在大量的氯化钾，所以海水才是咸的。
我国沿海城市居民，早期引进海水用日晒的方法提取海盐食用，这证明了海水中含有盐份，海水是咸的。我们可以用一个1250CC的瓶子装满海水，加热蒸发后大概可以得到一汤匙的食盐，所以，这也可以证明海水里含有盐份。
这样，海水是咸的道理我们都明白了吧。
我是海水作文【二】
眼前这就是浩瀚无垠的大海了吗？是的，这就是在我年幼时就使我朝思暮想、寝食不安的海！我终于看见你了！海！站在这里，满视野的蓝色，我真正感受到巴金爷爷所说的“很难分辨出哪里是天，哪里是海，只是一片一望无际的蓝色”。这蓝色蓝得纯洁，蓝得透明，蓝得无瑕，蓝得精湛，这美丽的颜色让人心动，让人感慨：世界上最漂亮的颜色也莫过于此。
我面对着的是她宽广博大的胸怀，海风是她的呼吸，海浪是她的心跳，咚咚，咚咚，虽不是那么有节奏，但这是大自然的声音，听，会是一种美的享受！
海风迎面奔来，我仰起脸接受她的抚摸，头发在额前晃动，衣服也随着海风的舞步飘起来。我向海走去，浪来了，她亲吻我得脚丫，凉丝丝的。又是一浪，我感觉面前就像一座白花花的高墙，挡住了我的视线。她漫湿了我的衣裳，将身边五颜六色的贝壳推得老高，推得老远。我后退一步，继续聆听着海那欢快的心跳。
调皮的海浪追逐着，奔跑着，不小心撞在了岸边的礁石上，溅出了无数礼花。于是，细雨般的水花向我飞来，溅到嘴里——咸的。
有呼吸，有心跳，有颜色，有味道，这，是真真切切的生命！
海是伟大的，能容纳百川的海，无论是谁，都会被他折服，这就是海的精神。
人，总说自己顶天立地，然而在海的面前，小小的人类又算得了什么呢！
有人说过：“大海就像人生，对大海的感情，便是对人生的感情。”
做人，就该去看看海，领悟海的精神。
我是海水作文【三】
去年暑假，可谓是一次富有意义的暑假吧！我看到那一望无际的大海，并亲吻了大海！
小时候，我渴望去海边嬉戏。知道去年暑假，我与同学一同去了海边。我们拾贝壳，小小贝壳像星星，五彩贝壳装满蓝。可是，我似乎一点印象也没有，只知道大海一望无际，摸不着边缘。在大海边游泳，回荡起一圈一圈的波浪。直到现在，还回想起去年在海边嬉戏，被海浪重重的冲打着。
大海是可爱的，无时无刻我们都亲吻着“她”，拥抱在“她”的怀抱里，尽情玩耍，释放出我们青春的色彩。
大海是如此的壮观，远看是一幅美丽的风景画，近看是一谱曲子，演奏者青春的色彩。
大海是那么广阔，一望无际，海风吹着海浪摇着，一个浪头盖过一个浪头。海水凉凉的咸咸的，真舒服呀！海的另一边，天连水，水连天，地平线的上方，已升起一轮红日，想着我们微笑。这排山倒海的大浪，红日淡淡的光，深深的迷住我的心。玩够了，我就在细沙上，让那海水拍打着我的脚。
在大海边，看着一群群孩子的欢呼声，享受着心中的喜悦，我似乎也看到大海的悲哀。一个个小贩在海边扎营，一个个大商人在海边建造起了养殖场。大海少了安定，多了喧哗。我们应该要维护大海，让我们的心灵留下一片广阔的净土！
大海呼唤我们的爱，我们再次与大海亲吻。
我是海水作文【四】
Long, long ago, there were two brothers, the one rich and the other poor. When Christmas Eve came, the poor one had not a bite in the house, either of meat or bread; so he went to his brother, and begged him, in God's name, to give him something for Christmas Day. It was by no means the first time that the brother had been forced to give something to him, and he was not better pleased at being asked now than he generally was.
"If you will do what I ask you, you shall have a whole ham," said he. The poor one immediately thanked him, and promised this.
"Well, here is the ham, and now you must go straight to Dead Man's Hall," said the rich brother, throwing the ham to him.
"Well, I will do what I have promised," said the other, and he took the ham and set off. He went on and on for the livelong day, and at nightfall he came to a place where there was a bright light.
"I have no doubt this is the place," thought the man with the ham.
An old man with a long white beard was standing in the outhouse, chopping Yule logs.
"Good-evening," said the man with the ham.
"Good-evening to you. Where are you going at this late hour?" said the man.
"I am going to Dead Man's Hall, if only I am on the right track," answered the poor man.
"Oh! yes, you are right enough, for it is here," said the old man. "When you get inside they will all want to buy your ham, for they don't get much meat to eat there; but you must not sell it unless you can get the hand-mill which stands behind the door for it. When you come out again I will teach you how to stop the hand-mill, which is useful for almost everything."
So the man with the ham thanked the other for his good advice, and rapped at the door.
