On Friday, we started early at five o'clock. Before the bus left the city, the sky turned lead gray, and then it began to rain in Mao Mao. This cast a gloomy shadow over ten excited hearts. Along the way, accompanied by drizzle, twists and turns in sunny days and path changes, we came to Dalu Island, which is known as Hawaii in the north of China.
Dalu Island is located at the eastern end of Wan Li, the motherland, and belongs to the coast of the Yellow Sea. It is surrounded by the sea and faces Dagushan across the sea. It was still raining when we left Xingang wharf by boat. Facing the intermittent rain, I stood on the deck and looked at the sea in front of me. The sea waves are rippling, and the dark green water is dancing like a huge ribbon on the vast Yuan Ye. On both sides of the ship's rail, seagulls come to feed from time to time. After a while, I soared in the air, occasionally sneaking my milky white head and neck into the sea to peck at the food thrown by passengers. After a 20-minute boat trip, a distant island appeared like a dream. The boat is getting closer and closer to the island, and the tourists stand on tiptoe and cran their necks to look at the island. I saw that the island was covered with dense jungle all over the mountains. Over the jungle, there are a few wisps of lingering fog curling up, and the milky fog is like dancing Hada, welcoming tourists.
Shuangzhutan in front of the island is flat and slow. Rows of waves, like shy water lilies, are gentle and moist. Walking barefoot on the beach, the first step is warm and comfortable. I took a bath at the seaside with the depression in the city and the haze in my life. Many tourists braved the drizzle on the beach, and some bent down to pick up shells; Some are playing and chasing in swimsuits; Some are immersed in the sea, like clumsy penguins splashing against the rolling waves.
At noon the next day, the sky finally cleared up, and the sun spread its warm light to the sea. The sea is sparkling, blinking naughtily like countless happy elves. The sea breeze slowly drove the waves to the shore, colliding with the returning sea water and making white waves. Our party dressed in swimsuits, arm in arm against the waves, waded into the sea. When the waves roll to the chest, everyone jumps like penguins and enjoys the pleasure of frolicking. In the bathing beach in the west, there are relatively few tourists, and flocks of seagulls are playing and chasing among tourists, breaking into your lens to take pictures; Or look down on the beach for food. When tourists come near to take a close-up of it, it will pose, straighten its white neck and spread its gray wings to let it fly high.
On the weekend night on the island, people flow side by side, like the noise of the festival. From time to time, the mini-squares and hotels set off brilliant fireworks and deafening firecrackers, which dotted the night sky on the island. In front of the lobster sculpture covered in golden armor, the girls are posing for photos with all kinds of intimate expressions. There are crowds of people around the bonfire and upstream of the stage. With the fireworks and red prayer lights in the night sky, the island is burning and boiling.