1, the sun always after the rain
Boat, and I moved a stool wing, sitting on the second floor of the SHIP. Wind and the sun was bright.
Was uncomfortable for a while, black clouds came over from a distance, Gone with the Wind, rain and wind to.
Suddenly, the crowd on the Ship Plate dithered, running for cover.
I sat there, tapping any rain, but also a smile and wing, said: Look, our line of wind and rain Joss House Bay.
But only persisted for a while, we are also looking for a place sheltering of the four.
Fortunately, yes excessive burst of clouds and rain, the rain soon passed in front of the sea is bright and sunny.
Ship, to sail the ship, the people have begun to rely on left-leaning right Shuidao 1.
Sat tired and I wing began to move around, Ban Zhao stool walked on board, from the bow, stern walk, watching the water from the yellow and black to yellow, and green, and then turn green.
We stool on the aisle, relying on Funakura legs frame the ship bar, blowing wind, cool!
Cai Guo Shan Island, but also a small burst of wind and rain, when wing has Buxing Le began vomiting. But I did not help, only watch as her face changed from white-blue. Finally, I have also been infected, also began to vomit.
Tude dizziness, suddenly looking at sea change from green to blue, thus bringing blue, Zhan blue. Front of a single piece Zhan blue sea, white tail with the seagulls flying boat. Excited, but do not jump up.
Joss House Bay, we are.
A small island, apart from a few scattered rows of stone room, is almost full of island stone, was this piece of blue water surrounded by.
Down the ship and learned that many people spit into the colorful, the original is not the only Woliang is fragile, and Hehe.
Fishermen on the docks repairing fishing nets, handling the material.
After the storms, had finally seen the rainbow.
2, floating in the sea, I am drunk
Gone through a long section of the mountain came to the beach.
At this point it is noon, the sun hot, bright, people dizzy.
We hid in a stone cave by the beach, a Hunan Mix For inside camp, but was unceremoniously our invasion.
The hot sun, blue sea waves Linlin.
We picked up the watermelon eating on the road, feeling particularly sweet.
Near dusk, I, wing, yoyo, well-mei, walked the beach, splashing, pick up shells.
Have not brought a swimsuit does not intend to water, but ultimately can not withstand the temptation of Ranko toward the water. In their agitation and traction, the infiltrated water, chasing wandering in the water the color of the fish.
The world witnessed the water so clear, so colorful, I am excited. Although, because of unfamiliar water, in a state of confusion He Lekou seawater, is very salty, bitter, but the heart is sweet.
Ranko has taught me to float in the water began to dare, and later to a water price, I opened my hands, the whole body Ruyuan floating on the water surface.
My skirt in the water with the Tide, with the ebb tide, gently sway in the wind. . .
I tried to slowly opened his eyes, blue sky in front of me surrounded by sand whitecaps. The world becomes a vast, everything became quiet. Ears clean water breeze, in my heaven and earth in the cradle of Happy.
I am drunk. . .
I do not need to wait for heaven, no longer need to search for paradise, heaven is here. . . .
3 days have been, for the well-being of the bed
Night, climbed a big rock to the sea, lying on the flat stone.
I was tired, I am sleepy. The sky is eyeful of stars, as well as months. Around the very quiet, very quiet, small wind waves, in the ear twitter endlessly. I am intoxicated, to stone for a bed, the stars as being, looked on the familiar Shione, happy sleep. . .
Stars lying back and enjoy the Garden of Eden like a dream.
yoyo spoke in the ears, then I have a confused no one to agree with. . .
At this point, all voices are superfluous, and only those thin waves, distant Shione is the enduring themes. . .
Listen Sound Of Nature, happiness, most tellingly exposed.
Late at night, the room hot and intolerable, relentless mosquitoes. Frustration, the mattress moved outside, once again enjoy the day as being, for the bed well-being.
Counting the stars in the sky, and the blue sub-chat with the second point, the lifeless sleep. . .
Four points more than wake up, the sun hiding behind the clouds, watching the sunrise vanished. Has also ushered in a small array rain, hurriedly moving mattresses.
Rain quickly disappeared, and had a false alarm. Lazy Tang Hui mattress, listening to the voice of the island wake Surprisingly, no drowsiness.
Once again with the wing, yoyo toward the beach.
The sea was quiet early morning, and left on the beach at low tide waves beat over the scene. Waves mixed with the fresh sea breeze blowing from.
Morning listening to the sea, cozy!
Facing the sea, thought of Haizi a poem: I am only willing to facing the ocean, warmth of spring. . .
4, abundant catch
According to the hotel owner, said people who lived on the island less than 100 people, the typhoon came, salty sea breeze will die on the island of plants smoked. I go back to the island's residents live in urban areas. No wonder the entire island is not a tree. Next to the northern tip of the island is home to the army, some dozens of people, the average soldier does not leave the island for many years, until his military service, and some even five years have not left the North Island, Tsim Sha Tsui. But this area is very rich fishing waters.
Lan Son, and glaciers on the beach they are captured by a lot of hard snails and crabs, I heard that the clothes because of glaciers and the break for quite a number of Zhuoxie Dongdong it.
Xiao-huai they are caught at the beach a lot of sea urchins, when the barbecue was that we ate a lot of living. The next morning capture operation, the harvest either. We did not water, and watch the battle on shore, and on the spot to share the most fresh booty.
Learned a lot on this trip, fish, shrimp, crab, shellfish, bitter Lo, the biggest gain is the taste of delicious sea urchins.
Then bitter and tired, and very quickly eliminated.
Left is Napian days, Na Pianhai, that the Star. . .
Good-bye, Joss House Bay.
Joss House Bay, good-bye. . .
Author: silline
