Dachendao impression

202 1 On a midsummer morning, my friends and I took a boat from Jiaojiang to Chenda Island.

As the ship gets farther and farther away from the shore, the seawater outside the cabin becomes clearer and clearer, and the color is sometimes blue and sometimes green, showing a kind of healing purity. Imagine that the best agate jade is probably this color.

The sky closely connected with the sea is blue and covered with soft white clouds. The waves stirred by the ship's side are also white, as if echoing the white clouds in the distance.

Suddenly, the sky became a little hazy. Clouds seem to penetrate into the sky, and the sky and clouds can't be distinguished. Without blue and white, it became a whole piece of gray. There are waves on the originally calm sea. The sea is blue, green and gray. There seems to be an island or hillside in the distance. I remembered a poem in Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow: "Then he heard the story of a charming island at sea, and the mountains were in nothingness."

The cabin was crowded with people and there was a lot of noise around. I quietly looked at the sea outside the window and let my thoughts drift away at will. At this moment, not only is the heart quiet, but the whole world seems to be quiet.

After about ten minutes, I saw the clear sky again. Clear blue sky and white clouds, green sea, small island where rocks and trees can be clearly seen not far away. I seem to have returned to the bright world from a hazy fairyland.

After about two hours' journey, I finally boarded Chenta Island. The white clouds in the sky, the strewn at random houses on the island, and various ships moored in the port initially show the features of the island city.

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Get off the boat, transfer to CMB and start driving up the hill. It takes about twenty minutes to get to the hotel on the winding Panshan Highway. I can't wait to check in, but my eyes have been lit up by the beautiful environment around me.

At noon, the summer sunshine is bright green, sparkling and spotless, with high and low grass, sapphire-like crystal clear sea surface, as if the sea surface almost extends to the sea blue sky, and a few wisps of light and fluffy white clouds. There is no noise except wind and birds singing. Being in it is like traveling in a painting world.

I squatted on the side of the road and took a photo of Artemisia selengensis. Because of the angle, wormwood in the lens looks very tall, like a tall pine tree, against the blue sky and white clouds. In the clear and transparent air, every thin and dense leaf of Artemisia capillaris is clearly identifiable and full of vitality.

There are also Coreopsis, cordate telosma, aster and chrysanthemum on the grass. I even saw honeysuckle that should have bloomed in late spring. Probably, the climate on the island is similar to that in the mountains. As the saying goes, "April flowers on earth, peach blossoms in mountain temples."

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Back to the port at the foot of the mountain, I ate Chinese food in a restaurant called Twenty-nine Beavers on the street.

Opposite the hotel is a row of stone houses with tile roofs. There are flowerpots, net bags, stools and brooms at the door, which is full of life. Standing on the street and looking around, there are many such stone houses on both sides, and there are also two floors, with cement walls above and stones below. This is probably the characteristic of island dwellings (I remember going to Shitang in Wenling more than ten years ago and seeing many stone houses).

After dinner, a group of people walked back to the hotel together. On the roadside, I saw more stone houses, and I also saw many scenes of fishermen fishing or island scenery and colorful paintings of marine animals (such as otters) on the outer walls of many houses, which showed a particularly warm life significance in the midday sun in midsummer.

Looking back, I saw many stone houses scattered everywhere, high and low. Some have a pool in front, and some have clothes to dry. Some of them are particularly low and shabby, and they feel like they are about to collapse. There are several rows of stones on most roof tiles, which should be used for wind protection. There are some relatively new houses built with cement in the middle. But it is obvious that those stone houses have brought a sense of history and vicissitudes to the island, giving it a heavier and deeper temperament. There are newly turned vegetable fields and clusters of wild chrysanthemums on the roadside.

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In the afternoon, I went to see the homesick pavilion built by the sea.

Ju said that this pavilion has other names, involving some historical events and people. But all I can think of is the homesickness of the simplest people wandering in a foreign land. There is a picture on the pavilion. The first part is "Looking at the sea to find Yanyun, and listening to the surging waves". The second part is "Wandering far back to my hometown to find the fundamental branches and leaves". Read a lot of melancholy feelings.

Looking down, there are bare rocks, black reefs, white waves, blue-green satin sea in the distance, light blue sky and white clouds at the junction of the sea and the sky ahead. No matter how the years change and people change, nature is picturesque.

Next to it is a glass trestle that extends from the island to the sea. It looks very trendy and imposing. But this is not my cup of tea. On the one hand, because I am timid, I always stay away from things like glass trestles. Secondly, I always feel that these artificial superficial things can't be compared with the beauty of nature itself.

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After that, we walked along the coast in the rocks and went to Wujiayan Scenic Area.

The huge stones on both sides of the stone steps, deep ravines, breathtaking steep stone walls and tenacious vegetation growing on rocks or cliffs all make people lament the strength and vitality of nature.

There is a small flower that looks unique. The shape of the leaves is a bit like that of a mini azalea. This flower is white and has five petals. The flowers are particularly delicate and small. They look like six stars in the snow, blooming among rough rocks, making people feel tender. It is called seashore road yellow, also known as star vegetable.

The sidewalk between the rocks is very flat, and there are guardrails along the roadside, so there is nothing thrilling. At the end of the trip, you have to pass through a canyon about ten meters high, and there are trestles paved with wooden boards on the canyon. Because I am afraid of heights, I naturally dare not walk such a bridge. My friend said nothing. Don't be afraid. Someone immediately went to the bridge to give me a try. It looks really smooth, unlike some trestles, which obviously swing. But I still dare not go, so I say I'd better go back and try to meet you at my destination later. But my friend refused to give up. Finally, they suggested a way for me to close my eyes and send two people to help me walk. At the same time, no one else will board the bridge to reduce the shaking. Everyone said that I really couldn't handle it, so I agreed in my heart. This is the first time in my life that I decided to take such a suspended trestle. In order to live up to everyone, I am also throwing caution to the wind.

With my eyes closed, I walked on the trestle in fear and trembling with the help of two friends. Sure enough, I stepped on it slowly and steadily, and there was no obvious feeling of walking on the bridge. Plus there are people on both sides, constantly giving me comfort and encouragement, walking slowly, and I can't see any high risks with my eyes closed. The panic in my heart gradually eased.

I don't know how long it took-it shouldn't be long, but I still feel a little long. Finally, I heard my friend who had already crossed the bridge loudly say to me, well, here we are, we can open our eyes. Then I saw that I had set foot on land. I finally succeeded in overcoming my fear once, not to mention how happy I was. Although I feel afraid to leave next time I encounter a similar situation, at least I wish I had come this time. I sincerely thank my friends.

At the end of Jiawuyan Scenic Area, there is a shallow river. There are two rows of roads connected by rectangular stones on the river, and the river flows through the cracks in the stones. A friend with long hair stood on the stone and smiled back. It was beautiful. There are large areas of coastal Lysimachia christinae, Cloverleaf, Sedum sarmentosum and reeds along the river.

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Then I went to a lush highland by car.

The weather changed suddenly, the sunny sun disappeared, the sea and sky were shrouded in smog, and the distant islands were looming in the smoke.

Later, the wind began to blow again, and lush grass leaves and some fresh and beautiful wild flowers swayed in the wind, making a swish sound. There is also a sound like the wind blowing a flag, but there is no flag here. It is probably the sound of the wind blowing on the island or the sound of the wind flying in the air. For people who have lived in the city for a long time, these sounds are comparable to nature and can purify the soul.

The sea undulates in the wind like a huge gray-green satin.

Later, sea and the sky was all gray, like smoke and dreams. It's raining lightly.

Standing on the island like this, looking at the sky and the sea, listening to the wind, swept by the clear wind and rain, it seems that many noises filled with ordinary days have vanished, and it seems that I have pulled myself out of a familiar field. Although it was only a short leave, I also felt a rare comfort.

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Continue to eat in the same place at night. After dinner, a group of us went for a walk in the port town.

It is said to be a town, but in fact it is mainly a coastal street. The barbecue music bar with the words "wine and meat" written on the blackboard at the door, the Ganjiu beaver tea restaurant with the same name as the previous hotel, the inn with red lanterns, the vegetables planted on the wooden shelves on the street, the breakfast shop, the food stalls, the boats moored on the sea in the harbor, the flickering lights in the sea, and the noisy crowd. This is the night view of the harbor town, and the laughter and laughter of our party have also melted in.

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Turning back from the street, we decided to continue walking back to the hotel. Walking up slowly, I soon left the noise of the harbor town behind and began to enter the silent country mode.

Lights scattered by the roadside, trees at night, the smell of Shan Ye and vegetation in summer, the chirping of unknown insects and the faint starlight in the sky. Occasionally, a car passes by, so we quickly get out of the way. At this moment, I feel as if I were in a mountain village far from the sea. I haven't walked at night like this for many years. I remember many past events. There is no doubt that friends in the same trade have many similar associations, because we soon began to talk enthusiastically about our night walk in the country.

What impressed me the most was that when I was in junior high school, the school was more than 30 miles away from home and I usually lived on campus. After school on Saturday night, I walked home with some classmates. On the way, they went home one by one, and finally I was left alone. It's already dark, and sometimes there are no people and no lights for a long time. I'm really scared. Another happy memory is that I went to a classmate's house about ten miles away from school on Saturday, and several people went back to school together on Sunday night. The moonlight on the road was good, and we laughed and laughed all the way. The song of such a happy boy may have been remembered by the night sky in the mountain village and the Shan Ye and fields on the roadside. Having said that, I remembered the life of rural middle school students in that era.

Several friends who are obviously younger than me have similar experiences of walking at night and staying in school in the countryside. They also said a lot. So there was an eager * * * sound, and it suddenly felt closer.

At ordinary times, we are all buried in our work, and most of the small talk is about the life around us now. I'm afraid we would never talk about these distant memories with each other if we didn't have the opportunity to walk together at night in Chenta Island.

In a few years, this night may also become a treasure in our respective memories.

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The next morning, it was raining cats and dogs and the wind was strong. We can't go anywhere, so we have to stay in the room. Taking advantage of a little wind and rain, I wandered around the hotel for a while.

Once again, I listened to the howling wind on the island that was enough to purify my heart. Yesterday's brilliant wild flowers under the bright sun are suffering from wind and rain at the moment, but they do not lose their charm. They should also get used to the wind and rain.

I was surprised to find that there were mulberries on a mulberry tree (they were originally a gift from nature in late spring like honeysuckle), half green, half red and half purple. I picked a purple mulberry soaked in rain and put it in my mouth. It was so refreshing and sweet that it left a happy ending for this trip to Chenta Island.

At noon, the rain stopped and the wind stopped. After having lunch in the port town, we boarded the return boat.