In the afternoon, out of Luchaogang, wind and eastbound.
The sky overcast, the sea is also very muddy, there is no clear water, blue sky kind of experience, to the sea for the first time I bring a little sorry. Ship set aside two long traces, in this vast ocean of navigation on a large JI! Peer passengers who are still excited about tummy railing, pointing Fanfan white shadow Ai Ai hills like a traditional Chinese ink paintings of Dan-Qing, with a trace of re-color! Ask a soft sea breeze slipped across the front of my face, let me completely intoxicated with the scenery in this picturesque between the mind of a song: I am sailing \ I am sailing \ home again \ cross the sea \ I am flying \ I am flying \ like a bird \ cross the sea ... ... ... ..., dangling cigarette, breathing the humid air, and thoughts have been maneuvering into the far space of seagulls, the free flight together!
"It is up!" Peer of the visitors shouted to me from Mimeng woken up by this front is a small island Yangshan do? It suddenly Ji peaks, loneliness of the stone, verdant woods, and tells the story of the marshes. Follow the crowd, step onto the pier simple, according to the island's trails, walk through the village. Fishing families of people with silent eyes glance of what we have, it's still Manghuo Zhao, but added interest of the Yellow Dog 12 I do not know, before and after the jump, with the bark in protest of this island, we have to break the silence!
Gradually narrow road together, on both sides of the thick bushes covered the line of sight, and the crowd carefully across the grass and horizontal spread of miscellaneous plants, and strive to move forward with. Highway of the wild berries ripe, pick an eating, sour-sweet, reminiscent of childhood mischief and fun! Only the birds and the faint four weeks coming Haitao Sheng, people of the city reside difficult to realize such a quiet and serene, Random Hearts hidden in the original temperament of the mountain forests, to the calm. Tired body relaxed and together, through the stimulation of the tunnel, cavort in the trails that big and small stone and enjoy a "brighter future" "lean sword" and so on LITHOGLYPHS, just listen to the sound of the waves closer to the The Peak of the!
Spectacular! ! Yuan Wang, rugged islands spread seems to be a casual bonsai are also deemed immortal knocked Go, it is interesting! Nearby, a block of rock to form all manner of appearance, long-nosed crocodile, lying in Shilong, snuggling sisters, tails of the elephants, lonely, elderly people, everything is so lifelike, so unusual! Zhe Fan Heaven and Earth, is the earth? Is a Wonderland? Board to send orders, irrepressible impulse to the heart, to cry the other side of the mountain, there are distant echo came, the kind of feelings, such as the blooming flowers, those moments of style, it is difficult to forget, thousands of years, he died and if so, Aboriginal remains , changed beyond recognition!
At night, and a bonfire on the beach has not yet extinguished, swaying out of parting the crowd. Dressed like the black sky, sink, curtains, embellished countless shining stars, they Zhazhe Yan, greeting the happy people. Burst of wind blowing, Ocean Waves constantly and shady trees, lying on the soft sand on the fly with the sea, breathing soul, moved to far, far away ... ... ...
That night, the places on the fisherman, night without a dream!
Looking back further away the small Yangshan, give birth to a number of sad, because she will become a deep-water port the Shanghai International Container Terminal, everything will be deep-fried flat! Why do good things are so short? Maybe I will not come again, perhaps this is the life journey of one stop, but has solidified in my mind the memory left! ! !
Do not, and the small Yangshan!
Author: zkf950501
