Tianya townlet

When the Didi driver from Henan was still enthusiastically introducing us to the most lively Houhai in Sanya, the car had arrived at Bailong Street.

There are five streets in Tianya Town named after dragons: Bailong Street, Honglong Street, Heilong Street, Qinglong Street and Huanglong Street. All the five streets are north-south and lead to the sea. The alleys connecting the five streets are named after Maling, such as Maling No.1 Road and Maling No.2 Road. ...

When I got off the bus, the smell of the sea came to my face. My son can't wait to look in the direction of the sea. If he doesn't want to stay in a hotel and the weather is too hot, he can't wait to rush to the embrace of the sea and have fun.

Most of the houses on Wulong Street are single-family villas with white walls, blue windows, blue fences and blue doors. The spotless white and water blue blend with this blue sea and air, showing the tropical style.

Finally, when the weather got cold, my son put on his swimming trunks three times, five times and two times, humming a song, and followed his father quickly to the seaside.

When we first arrived at the seaside, it was still hot and there were not many tourists in twos and threes. There are many people when the sun goes down, but there are fewer people than Dadonghai. Most of the photos were taken at the seaside. The girls were dressed in sexy clothes, concave in front of the camera, or confident or shy.

At this time, six or seven people came, lined up at the seaside, concave in shape, shouting all kinds of excitement, and the photographer at the other end of the camera pressed the shutter while prompting what to do.

Before they arrived, the beating of the waves was the loudest sound. After they came, there were only various ragged "Oh, wow, yeah …" in their ears.

After Seven Sisters left, the world suddenly became quiet.

A lovely little girl, pushing a sand shovel and drawing various patterns on the beach, came into my eyes like a little fairy who fell into the earth.

Everything is fine again.

The sun set in the west and the sky gradually darkened. At the junction of water and sky, the clouds hang low, which seems to open another "city of the sky" at sea. The golden sunset casts its light on the clouds and covers the waves and beaches without stint, which is breathtaking and fleeting.

Less than a few minutes later, the sky here changed color again, like a girl who loves beauty, shed her golden dress and put on a pink dress to show her beauty to tourists. The sea and the beach are also stained with light and become gentle and lovely.

Night finally came, and the lights were on in the hotel by the sea. In the distance, a couple lit fireworks, which is another romantic memory.

The next morning, we went to catch the sea.

The shore is full of beautiful shells, conchs, corals and glass fragments that have been ground to the edges and corners, some are white, some are green and some are brown.

It is said that tolerance is great. Although the sea is big, it can't hold everything.

Along with the shellfish being swallowed up by the waves, there are also rubbish left by people: water bottles, masks, cigarette butts and so on.

Shells and garbage are gifts from the sea.

Shells show us beauty, garbage shows us ugliness, and then we reflect on ourselves.

On the journey, what we left behind and what we took away.

In the journey of life, what have we left behind and what have we taken away?

Tianya Town is not far from West Island, with Tianya Haijiao, Nanshan Temple, large and small caves and scenic spots.

If you want to enjoy a sea quietly, this is a good choice.

Why should life be too hasty? Slow down and you will gain different scenery and mood.

Fanwai

A girl in her twenties, on the steps by the sea, took the last sip of cigarette, skillfully pressed the cigarette butt on the steps and walked to the sea.

I used to travel to Chongqing, and young girls came to buy cigarettes from time to time in the tobacco and liquor stores on the street. The generosity of buying cigarettes, the nature of selling cigarettes, leaving only those strange staring.

I happened to find that this town is not all brand-new houses, but also a few shabby huts, which are really dwarfed by the hotels that have sprung up next to it. Old gray tiles, walls mottled by wet weather, and dilapidated courtyard doors are out of tune with this ever-changing world, but they just stubbornly exist, telling passers-by who occasionally glance at it about the past.