《Xiamen Tour on May Day》

A hiker named Hong climbed the mountain, and those who passed by the temple called it Hong Mountain. Gazing at the sea, years intertwined, the old houses from different places came into view. As far as the eye could see, tall pavilions matched the vast sea, ancient and modern merged into one scene, all belonging to one city. Moving further into the mountains and wilds, stone steps wound upwards. One had to bow and bend the knees when encountering sheer cliffs, and walk on the crevices when facing giant rocks; exotic trees and plants were scattered all over the mountains and along the stone steps. Reaching the Heavenly Realm at dawn, the bell tolls, looking at the Drunken Immortal Rock, it seems like the remnants of agarwood wielding an axe to split the mountain. Looking at the gardens, they are clear and sprawling. Thus, touring the gardens, one sees flowers of a thousand oddities, faces the pines that touch the sky, the clear shadows in the pond, ink paintings above the pond, thousands of people touring together, people following people, fish following the tourists, tourists following the flowers. The gardens are left behind, and Zhongshan approaches. Entering a quiet alley with no one around, searching for an old Xiamen shop, the Longjing tea is fragrant and mellow, the cakes are still good. Among them, the shop named 'Egg House' has a gentle and warm color, the sound of the piano is quiet and pleasant, resting for a moment, calming the mind and breath. It's been a long time since the last visit, but it feels like the first time. The first time I heard of Xiamen, Xiamen is Jimei, as beautiful as the beginning, only then did I know people, and people no longer return.