I crossed the mountains and seas, and I also crossed the sea of people.
I don't know why I am so keen on boats, especially those floating on the sea, erecting masts and fluttering in the wind. Like a series of desires. I want to look at it, stare at it and even hug it.
Go to Zhoushan Dongji Island to see the sea, the boats, the town and the sunrise. I watched a few songs on the road, dozens of towns, thousands of miles of land, tens of thousands of people, and hundreds of millions of waves lost their eyes.
Dongji Island is very beautiful. This is my first sentence when I set foot on Dongfushan Island. The white lighthouse in front of the island stands quietly on the sea, guarding a mysterious and beautiful dream like a guardian. I don't know how many people have witnessed the eagerness to cross the ocean, or how many sad people have accompanied loneliness. But at that moment, I knew that it saw me, shining orange and yellow in the turbulent sea breeze and deafening waves, in the passengers' sleep and luggage.
I love its night, like a giant building a bonfire on the island, like a naughty girl holding a bunch of fireflies and reluctant to let them fly away. The light is not bright, and the light is scattered sparsely through the square window, but it is more romantic on the island. I also like its sultry night wind, mixed with the barbecue flavor of ocean meals. Hair that can't be messed up, coat that can't be tightened, sitting in a tent that can't be casual, eating fried rice with eggs and seafood noodles. The bars on the island are more deserted and nobody cares. Tourists probably sleep in their dreams with the salty taste of sea water.
Its boundless love rose to the bright moon and suddenly saw the moonlight. Perhaps I have never seen such a close moonlight in my life, just like a craftsman embroidering it in the night sky, but I can't bear to see the moon hanging alone, gently and leisurely sprinkling a light on the sea with the company of white clouds. There are no girls at sea to buy clothes, otherwise I would like to carry your skirt.
Also like its early morning, the green cactus grows wantonly on the island like hair and flies when it meets the morning light. I have never seen crowds of zebras crossing the river or dolphins migrating, but I have seen crowds of cacti thriving on the island and the fleshy posture. Touching the darkness, I climbed a cliff full of rocks. We sat on the rocks, blowing the sea breeze. At that moment, all our thoughts were enchanted and sank to the bottom of the sea, thinking only about the sunrise. East, where the first ray of sunshine shines, at this moment, a group of people not far from Wan Li are gathering together, just waiting for a sunrise. Fortunately, when the sun rose, my idea came true.
The journey went smoothly, leaving East Fukushima and returning to Miaozihu Island. I will spend the rest of my life there. I have never been to Caibo Temple, nor have I seen the paintings of fishermen in the East Pole. Instead, I found the post office on the island and visited the pedestrian street. Unfortunately, the old man on the island didn't take care of the post office, which was closed. Otherwise, you can send yourself a postcard from the easternmost island. The difference between Miao Zi Lake and East Fukushima is that Miao Zi Lake is closer to life and there are more residents on the island. They run small businesses, selling seafood and handicrafts, or opening small shops, supermarkets and grocery stores. Most of East Fukushima are homestays and food stalls.
I want to go to Dongfu to watch the sunrise this time, but if it's not urgent, I think I'll spend a quiet day on Miaozihu Island and find a simple person to stay at home. Look at the fishermen's paintings, or help the shopkeeper do some small business. At dusk, watching the sunset on the reef and the joy of fishermen casting nets, it seems that sailing boats and travelers' sails can appreciate the local island customs. At this moment, I am not a traveler, but an islander. I love the sea, the waves, and the whistle of ships landing.
See you later, Island City.