It was the Spring Festival, and the chill was approaching. We went to Qiongdao with our family, and the warm wind blew on our faces. Although we were near the sea, there was no salty smell. We only wore short-sleeved shirts in winter, and the climate was pleasant, like a spring breeze.
Every island has its own island, and its own cave. The yacht patrols the sea, riding the wind and waves, like whitebait in and out, fine sand and blue sky, taking a leisurely afternoon, climbing up to take a look, the sea and sky are the same color, the vastness is inevitable, and everyone sighs at the vastness of the world.