Someone advised me has always been, why should Qucourenao? Why do not you have a good rest at home? Why did he go spend money on Zuishou? I'm just indifferent smile, can not explain, it needs no explanation.
From the beginning of a childhood dream of starting a practice from the student's journey, one must continue to walk down the road. Walking in the whereabouts of the distance the way of seeing, thinking, to experience, to feel, this is the only reason.
Had been to place all cook a pen mark on the map, watching the growing number of red dots, recalls the journey of the ups and downs, did review the matter, met people, and this is well-being.
51 the eve of holiday, Shanghai is still a bustling bright, red sky. I and 35 friends, back luggage, and bid farewell to Xi Li's light rain, bid farewell to this city are familiar with numbness to some degree, boarded the train to go south, fade into the darkness.
The destination of this trip is to the East China Sea on a small island - Nanji Islands. To see the sea, blue sea. I thought that only the blue sea, is pure. From the last visit to the Peach Blossom Island to see the sea has been two years, then climbed some mountains, traversed these roads, which go back to see her.
Sky getting brighter, and the rain only turned fine. The train winds along the crystal-clear Oujiang forward, whistling through a cave with a. Looking out the window of the mountains, the weather mood same applies in general, the reality of distress gradually dispersed and became more and more cheerful.
Wenzhou train arrived late and immediately went to the seaside town of Aojiang car ride. Provides a good boat had been pulled away, bought a ticket the next one, was not rash, peer-known word "revel" and does not want the word later became a psychological remedy for this trip. 51 of the afternoon, the warm sun, a pedestrian strolling at the seaside town, salty sea breeze has been blowing skirts of the name.
Drew near dusk, clouds reunited again it started to intermittent rain. We boarded the last group of boats, yachts full capacity, to 40 nautical miles of the island galloped away.
The Clippers looked out through the porthole, outside, times of heavy rainfall, the sea also appears very calm, with winds gradually enlivened up showers. Coastal become increasingly blurred, and gradually disappeared in the rear, surrounded by hope, all is water. Because there is also close to the mainland, the sea is still Hunhuang, the haze of the sky, the dark clouds of lead dust, such as sobering and surrounded us.
Boats, such as a Li Xian of the arrow, southeast to the speeding. We can sincerely feel that the bow hit the waves, the boat left the water, and then heavy whereabouts, splashes of the ocean waves crashing into the porthole. Visitors are excited, with the ups and downs speedboats exclaimed loudly. At this point, that I truly appreciate what is called "a leaf boat", stimulation, tension mixed with a trace of fear.
Cell phone began to search for signals, and I know it from the mainland to the trouble of commuting a day, I gradually became Shen Ru Mengxiang. Woke beat the porthole is the white spray! Are often billed as a look out the window has all green green sea! Despite the dimming sky, clouds sky, but the Nongyun under the sea is still so clear.
Hazy in the distance vaguely saw a green island, enveloped in a vast expanse of whiteness of the mist. Like suddenly appeared from sea level, just like fairyland. Clippers gradually slowed over the past almost, I saw the shore house, trees, cars, people. After a bumpy half-hour at sea, my feet stood on land again, but this piece of land, away from the mainland a seven square kilometers of the islands.
It reminds me of Captain Cook, and thought a while before the release of the sea war peak, had a habit of the sea, like the navy, the dreams in the Pacific, to break new ground, mounted a small island behind them dedicated to the Imperial . Oh, now only dream of.
Pakistan to send us to one called "Great Sandy Ao," the beach, our hotel where he was staying on the beach, our room facing the beach. Then fog is thick, the waves beat rhythmically stroking the beach, the sound came from the fog of Cabanatuan, clear and audible, is so soft and soothing.
Evening, open the windows, a gentle sea breeze flooded in., across their faces I have brought this suffering from radiation cheek, weak and gentle sound of waves came blowing and slowly heal my usual anxious hearts and minds. In this way, I'm like the baby lying on her mother's arms, lifeless sleep.
The next morning, fog dispersed. Partners have not got up, I am alone, carrying a camera to go out. A leisurely walk in the island's small road Qinglie breathe the air, shoot a few photos satisfaction. From a distance, large sand Ao lying at the bottom in the Gulf, the waves clear sand white, and rare.
Unconsciously been Rishangsangan, partners who greeted me back.
Has been revived over the beach, there are tourists and it has begun the "intimate contact." We stand on the beach side finished as early as lunch eat something, you wait to get something into the sea in order.
I am down to the beach, the sea like a child-like straight away. Blue water rose to my ankle, knee, retreat come again, my feet stepping on soft sand, without any impurities. I have not but puts on the song "Waves", so walking on the beach, left to beat the sea, sea breezes blowing, completely relax in the sea and sky merged into this. The distance, fishing sail little waves Taotao.
Then, we started to play beach soccer, soft sandy beaches is the best protection, sliding tackle, fighting, action usually does not go into battle together; beach volleyball, toss the game is also very interesting, we have been able to play, and does not consider the time, without regard to ultraviolet light, we are back to his childhood, in the embrace of nature, enjoy playing. The sand off their feet, laughter.
The evening, we the wind, eating seafood, large Gourmet Kitchen, we drink, for this hard-earned holidays and comfortable. Back to the room, wash finished, everyone sat around a circle, play to kill the game until late at night, the stars all over the sky.
This island, away from the Madding Crowd; such as Star, night sometime; rarely have such a quiet night, rarely have such a calm mood. If there is afterlife, I would like to do a little spray, drift, adaptable, I would like to do a sea of coconut trees, to see Huakaihuaxie, ebb and flow. There is no parting, no change, no grief.
Would have to wait until the end of three scenic spots to see the sunrise, but unfortunately bad weather, only fog Tour Spirit Mountain. Very thick fog that day, 10 a few meters away would be difficult to see. Abnormal waves surging, beat the shore, rocks, sea breeze whistling, straight ear irrigation.
The monastery is surrounded afar, I know, in this behind the waves and sea fog, it is Taiwan. Nanji Island is only 140 sea miles away from Taiwan, according to people on the island say that if the weather is excellent, you can saw Taiwan in the Peak. This island was liberated in 1955, and stationed a brigade of the national army is not a shot being fired, with the island at that time all of the three or four thousand residents, all retreated to Taiwan. Since then separated from across the sea. Looking at the cliff under the billowing waves, rising Yi Gu desolate heart, and when we can freely cross this strait, and when I get to the other side of the island, to see the true blue of the Pacific?
Companions seems to have feelings, we were singing songs of childhood, that one song after another but never faded memories of the depths of the song. I sang Chang Yu-sheng's "sea", the sea can be taken away every river, can take away all my sadness do?
Their return journey unexpectedly difficult. Be a good ticket void because of too much wind and waves at sea, the waiting room into chaos. Finally got to 3 vote, to send three companions on board a speedboat resistant to 8 before the wind back to the mainland. In the tried after the failure of the N kinds of ways, we could only stay one night on the island.
Unexpected, close to the evening, the weather was good and up, we saw the blue sky under the sea, beach. It seems that heaven has let us close to her for a while. Oh, revel revel.
Often have to leave, even though I already feel tired, despite the pockets of the money running low, look back to go away island, and my heart something missing.
Really want more than he will stay on the island, really want to have security around the house on this beautiful beach, but I know that life will still continue to gyroscope-like, we can not from the fetters of reality, and so returned to the mainland, returned to Shanghai , we must continue to work hard for a living for the future. This beautiful island, and we spent a short time on the island will become my new memories.
I have gone through, leaving behind sadness, joy away. Let dusty heart infiltrating the sea, and a great return to the city.
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