In the southeast of Hainan Island, there is a place favored by the Creator - Lingshui Li Autonomous County. The sea water here is clearer than the blue sky, the beach is softer than silk, and the mountains are warmer than emerald. When the sunlight at 18° north latitude penetrates the clouds, the entire Lingshui becomes a flowing landscape scroll, and every frame is breathtaking.
In the early morning, Xiangshui Bay still has the slight coolness of the night, and the soft white sand is left with ripples drawn when the tide recedes. The sea water presents an incredible gradient color - the nearshore is transparent glass color, gradually transitioning to Tiffany blue and peacock green, and finally melting into deep indigo in the distance. The reef area forms a natural mirror, refracting the morning glow into broken gold scattered on the sea. Fishermen sail across the water in triangular sailboats, and the ripples dragged by the stern are like jumping notes on the staff.
At noon, Fenjiezhou Island is a magician of light. Standing at the sea-viewing pavilion and looking down, the water on the north and south sides of the island presents two distinct blue colors due to the difference in depth and ocean currents, and a naturally formed "dividing line" winds like a dragon. Diving into the underwater world, the antler coral is like a flame that has been cast into a fixed spell, clownfish shuttle among the corals, and the sun shines through the water to form a swaying light column, illuminating the carapace of the slowly swimming sea turtle.
The rain forest of Diaoluo Mountain wakes up in the rainy season. The thousand-year-old Alsophila spinulosa stretches its leaves from the dinosaur era, and orchids grow on tree trunks like delicate lanterns hanging in the air. Going deeper along the wooden plank road, the clear cry of the long-tailed pheasant and the ding-dong of the mountain stream alternate in my ears. The most amazing thing is the Tianhu Lake at an altitude of 900 meters. Clouds and mist often rise from the valley in the afternoon, turning the lake into a misty Yaochi. If it is the azalea season, the whole hillside burns with pink and purple flames, and the reflection in the lake becomes Monet's palette.
The sharp ridge before dawn is a secret place to watch the sea of clouds. Standing on the observation deck waiting for the sunrise, the rolling clouds under your feet surge like a sea of milk, and the mountains in the distance float like islands. When the first ray of sunlight pierces the clouds, the entire sea of clouds is instantly plated with gold. When the mountain breeze blows past, the clouds and mist pour down the valley, forming a spectacular "cloud waterfall" wonder.
In the morning light of Xincun Port, thousands of fishing rafts are connected into a water maze. Tanka women are feeding groupers in net cages, stirring up a silvery scene of competition for food. Taking a small boat through it, you can see potted bougainvillea planted on the fishing rafts, and the drying fishing nets are like suspended lace, forming a unique picture of the maritime community.
In the ancient village of Yetian, the Li people use traditional waist looms to weave Li brocade. As the colored threads shuttle, the totem patterns gradually appear. At the entrance of the village in the evening, the girls dance the firewood dance, and the silver ornaments jingle with their movements, breaking the afterglow of the sunset into dancing light spots. The most touching thing is the boat-shaped house deep in the rainforest, with thatched roofs outlining a beautiful arc, as if ready to carry the whole family to the distance at any time.
When the dusk dyes the sea surface of Qingshui Bay blue, the beach begins to "sing" - stepping on the special quartz sand will make a crisp sound. The lighthouse on the shore lights up, and together with the lights of the yacht club, it is reflected in the water. If you take a helicopter to look down at this time, you will see that the 182-kilometer coastline is like a string of pearls, and Lingshui is the most radiant pearl among them.
In this land where mountains and seas meet, the scenery is never a static setting. It is the flock of seabirds startled when fishermen cast their nets, the sun shower that suddenly descends on the rainforest, and the ancient ballads sung by the Li family grandmother when she weaves Li brocade. The magic of Lingshui is that when the scenery elsewhere can only be seen with the eyes, the scenery here can be immersed with all senses - breathing is the salty sea breeze, the ears are the eternal tide, and the fingertips touch the earth
