In Xiushan, spend the morning and dusk with the beach, prose

The only thing that separates us from slow time is admiring a sunset in Xiushan.

What an experience it is to run in the light. Everything around me has lost color, sound, and weight. My body seems to have lost gravity and is floating uncontrollably. There is only light, only blinding light.

Hmm. I'm in a dream. I woke up again, not knowing where I was. The sun filled the room, it was bright, and there was no focus in the field of vision. Close your eyes, the sound of the waves comes in waves, neither light nor heavy, neither urgent nor slow, careless and calm, like a person saying something slowly and firmly.

My thoughts gradually returned. I was at Xiushan, on the edge of Sanjiao Beach, at a resort hotel called Qianjing Junting.

A few hours ago, I woke up to the sound of waves. At that time, the sky was dark, and a weak ray of morning light tried to tear open the night. The surrounding fields were quiet, and the sound of waves was the only sound in the world. Sound of nature. Hua Hua - Poof - Hua Hua - Poof -, the sound is neither high nor low, like a dexterous finger, twitching the heartstrings time and time again, and like a man pulling a cool and domineering man suddenly saying something sweet and affectionate. His love words made people stunned, and they wanted to walk towards him.

I put on the Crocs specially provided by the hotel, picked out a red dress, and walked to the beach. I think that the blue sky and the blue sea can accommodate the passionate red, and the soft yellow of the beach can offset the sharpness of the red.

There are more than ten beaches on Xiushan Island, and each one is beautiful. The three beaches of Moofu, Sanjiao and Jiuzi are connected end to end, like a golden edge lining the eastern part of Xiushan. Last night a group of us went to Moo Beach together.

Moo, this is a wonderful name, no explanation is needed, just take it for granted. Having lived at the seaside for many years, I know that under certain terrains, the waves will make sounds like tigers roaring and cows mooing. In the dark night, it sounds like a tiger and a cow sitting opposite each other, chatting casually. Grab the spot, don't panic, the silence in the middle is like brewing, thinking, and aftertaste.

At that time, the full moon was in the sky. Summer night, bright moon, sea, beach, breeze, light clouds, what a wonderful combination. This group of people who make a living and enjoy coding are not very immune to all beautiful things, so how can they withstand this wonderful temptation. What's more, the moonlight was walking along the sea horizon, walking on the ripples of the fine waves, and growing lotuses step by step. The whispers of the waves are soft and delicate, like a poem sprouting between the fingers. A group of people treaded water with great joy, but ran wildly with all their strength, paddling in the sand with bare feet. Some laughed loudly, hummed low, roared at the top of their lungs, and some sang gently and gracefully. Those who talk about it, those who chase each other, those who hold hands and laugh, those who hold hands and talk, but deep down in their hearts, they all just want to blend into the waves and create white waves.

Walking hundreds of meters from one end of the beach to the other, it is the most beautiful road in the world. Walking barefoot, the soles of the feet are finely ground by the sand. Slowly, there seems to be an inkstone in my heart that is getting thicker and thicker. Just outline it with a thin pen to create a landscape. Walking on the edge of the sand and waves, I was intoxicated by the sound of the waves that sounded like love words. I listened carefully to the sound of wading in the water, but I was like an ignorant boy who was overjoyed to disturb the couple's lingering love. In the distance, the moon was leisurely strolling among the waves, and the waves made shadows. From time to time, the scales of fish flashed past, disappearing into the sky like shooting stars. Looking up, the clouds break and the moon comes. On the blue sky, the stars are shy and drunk.

Beside me, there was a young couple walking with their two or three-year-old daughter. The girl suddenly broke away from her parents' hands and chased the receding waves. She was accidentally covered by the waves that came up and covered her whole body. It was so wet that the young couple turned pale with fright and hurriedly went to hug the girl. I thought the girl would cry, but she didn't. She actually giggled and pushed her hair out of her eyes, and stepped on her with her short legs a few times.

In the middle of the beach, someone piled firewood for the bonfire party high, like a mountain of firewood, and like a tree that has lost all its leaves in winter. Sitting on the beach, looking at the moon through the sticks of firewood, it's like "the willow branches on the moon, meeting people after dusk", waiting for the beauty to come.

At the barbecue stall next to the beach, the smell of grilled squid penetrates people's nostrils like it has eyes, causing us who had just vowed to lose weight to murmur "you can't live up to the delicious food" and look pale The ground surrendered under the skewers, and then followed someone's singing in the distance, singing vaguely: If the sea can take away my sorrow, just like every river...

When leaving the beach, It's late at night, and everyone still has a lot to say. After returning to their rooms, they walked to the balcony facing the sea and looked at the curve of the beach like a brocade belt, hanging gracefully around Xiushan Ye's neck. The sound of the waves is meandering, like a ditty. It was originally just a plain narrative, but it has twists and turns and endless ups and downs, allowing the rocks to create one sound after another.

After drinking a cup of tea until it is weak, I lean on the railing and feel that my body becomes transparent and rises with the sea and the moon, overlooking this quiet and warm land together, and it is like a boat with leaves. , pushed by the rhythm of the tide, drifting towards a peaceful state in the moonlight of the same color as the water and sky. It took a long, long time before I reluctantly fell asleep in the sound of the waves.

The sand sneaked in through the holes in the Crocs, which didn’t hurt my feet, but it was also uncomfortable. I simply lost my shoes and ran barefoot. There are only three or two people on the long beach. The sand is not as flat as a stone. The color of the sand is dark yellow to ocher. I walk gently, leaving only a faint footprint behind me. After a while, there is no trace. I want to leave "footprints". It’s difficult to say “a string of strings”. This is the so-called iron plate sand. The sand grains are so small that they are almost like mud. The fit between the sand grains is extremely high, as if the iron plate is invulnerable.

On the horizon, a shallow white mark appeared. Slowly, the white mark became wider and wider, and a few hints of blush were added, as if a gongbi painter was painting a lotus and had just applied a layer of light. To no powder. Is that where the sun rises? No wonder, someone asked about the sunrise time in the WeChat group last night!

Watching the sunrise over the sea is something I have always wanted to do but was unable to do so due to laziness. However, I didn’t want to but could do it on Xiushan Island without any effort.

Sitting on the beach, staring at the increasingly darker pink, for fear of missing the sun's grand appearance. Suddenly, as if someone accidentally spilled a drop of ink, it quickly smudged and the bright pink was completely covered by a dark cloud. Not far away, a few young people came. They rarely made any noise or fuss. They just sat around quietly, looking at the sky and the sea, in a daze. Just when I thought I couldn't see the sunrise again, several rays of golden light shot out, as if the golden and jade bottle broke with a "crash", and the fragments splashed all over the sky and the ground. This sunrise came so cleanly and neatly that it caught people off guard.

Lying on the sand, the blue sky and white clouds above your head are performing an ancient and light drama like blue and white porcelain. It turns out that the most luxurious thing in the world is the clouds that are as white as snow and as soft as catkins, the sky that is as blue as the moon and as clear as water, and the waves of wind that have a faint salty smell and can dissolve thousands of colors and sounds. The heavy body and mind that had been shrouded in haze and entangled by annoying worldly matters instantly became as light as if they were washed by a clear stream. A clean and bright joy surged in my chest, and I wanted to shout, cheer, jump, dance, and get carried away.

Taking a deep breath, the fresh taste evokes the softness deep in the memory, and tears fill the eyes, as if the blue sky is this shore, the white clouds are the other shore, and we are just flowing in A drop of water in the river of time is clear, bright, free, calm, open-minded and elegant. We are surrounded by joy and sorrow in the mortal world, and in the chaos of war in the world, we have long forgotten that we were once a drop of clean water, and we once had an original intention that was not stained by dust.

In the evening, we came to Jiuzi Beach and sipped tea and read in the book bar by the beach. The setting sun used the emotions and power it had accumulated all day long to create a thrilling sunset storm on the horizon. It turns out that it only takes an instant from simplicity to splendor, from the elegance of blue and white porcelain to the beauty of flowers. The dazzling glow makes people dizzy for a moment, as if the soul is suddenly pulled out of a closed, lethargic and helpless life and enters a world full of spirituality. That world, with its richness, intensity, change, enthusiasm, vastness, and loftiness, makes people willing to get lost, intoxicated, and then sigh deeply.

A gorgeous storm is sweeping across, and the calm sea meticulously replicates the splendor of the horizon. Green mountains, white buildings, green trees, blue sea, and golden sands are as charming as a shy bride under the glow of the glow; A small sampan plowed through the noisy sea at sunset, and a white-winged gull flew up carrying a piece of golden color. Next to the window lattice of the book bar, a group of people held up cameras and mobile phones, clicking continuously. They are all witnessing and recording. Every detail of this storm will be spread through the Internet. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of exclamations it will cause from all over the world.

They say dusk is the end of a story. But the coming end does not have the sadness of the end, nor the confusion of the impending withering, but the contentment after the busyness, the simplicity and tranquility after the prosperity has come to an end. Time seems to have slowed down like this. The tranquility brought by this sunset storm has expanded our space beyond daily life, making time slow down into a cantabile andante. At this moment, we discovered that the only distance between us and slow time was enjoying a sunset in Xiushan.