An interesting life is probably like mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, with one's heart, one's will, and one's will.

What people will never forget most is often the first and last

The first time was a curious first encounter, and the last time was a reluctant farewell

There are vast blue waves and egrets walking. What will we encounter in this blue, poetic city?

If meeting is the beginning of parting, then parting is also the starting point of a meeting and reunion

The ocean needs to be cleaned up, the houses need to be cleaned up, and the garbage needs to be dumped. What about our lives? Three years after the epidemic, those complaints, laziness and frustration that have been squeezed in the bottom of our hearts require us to constantly review and reflect on it, clean up and filter it.

Fortunately, they were the first wave of lambs after the epidemic was lifted. They began to have a fever on Friday morning. Their scheduled weekend trip to Chengdu fell through, and they refunded their tickets to recuperate at home. Thanks to my usual healthy lifestyle, I woke up on Saturday morning and had no very uncomfortable symptoms. So I hit it off, booked a ticket, booked a hotel, and set off for Xiamen on Sunday night. This should be a real trip for Nango.

I am a person who doesn't want to worry but worries about my life. Over the years, every trip with my friends has been made by me, including all the air tickets, hotels, meals, etc., and even what luggage I need to bring. I will make a list for my friends. My friends all said that they would be happy to go out with me because I don't need to use my brain, just need to bring someone. But for this trip to Xiamen, everything was arranged in an orderly manner. I just needed to bring Brother Nan with me.

I flew to Xiamen on Sunday night and lived on Zhongshan Road. After the epidemic, Zhongshan Road was deserted, and many shops were forced to close, showing signs of depression.

Find a restaurant where to eat, do as the Romans do, including Shacha noodles, roasted meat rice dumplings, a bowl of noodles and soup for mixed noodles, and an oyster pan, noodles wrapped in mahjong and refreshing flat soup, paired with fat but not greasy oyster pan, it is an unexpected snack.

The torrent of material flows over the embankment of our soul, making us forget to look up at the stars, forget to meditate on our hearts, and forget true happiness.

On Monday, it was another sunny morning. I went to Bashi for breakfast. This is the best thing about traveling. I integrated into local life, ate daily meals, take ordinary roads, and watch the ordinary scenery. Everything is so beautiful and peaceful to us from outside.

Jimei School Village is probably Hayao Miyazaki's fairy tale world in China. The blue sky, white clouds, the sea, red walls and green windows, are in front of you. At a glance, you can see the sea nearby, the bridge in the distance, and the thousand-thousand-thousand-long sea train.

The children studying here must be happy and romantic. The angry female student by the small lake and her little boyfriend who had been coaxing her had a youthful and ignorant atmosphere, like being cautious when they returned to middle school and played around in the classroom. The years are more peaceful and better because of youth, and the world is more beautiful because young people stand forward.

Whether it's eating or anything else, Nan Ge always takes care of my habit. I remember the orchid crab I accidentally mentioned once, the stir-fried pork liver, and the taro paste dessert.

The beach on Huandao Road and the coconut-flavored sunset, the stiff expression that can't take pictures, and the photo posture that fully cooperates every time are all interesting points that make me laugh.

I didn't expect Zeng Cuo 'an's depression. For the first time in 18 years, the long queue for Lujiao Lane milk tea has now opened in twos and threes, and some regrets and sighs flash through my heart.

Sweets are often the cure for everything. The free market for wild strawberries is a store that is still queuing in long queues despite the epidemic. Take a number, pack a Zhu Ji hand-shredded chicken before the eight cities close, sit in the crowded store, order a refreshing cup of cucumber cold drink, toast, and enjoy this beautiful evening.

It was still a sunny day. I went to the century-old shop, Taro Bao Wang, for breakfast. I met a grandfather in his 70s who was leaning on a crutch: I have been eating in this store since I was in my 30s, every week I have to walk a long way, then pack a piece, and then walk home slowly. Breakfast and lunch are settled. You really came to the right place, the most authentic southern Fujian flavor.

Mashed taro duck, taro bun king, fried beef river, each is a surprise.

Arriving at Gulangyu again, the dry wind and the boundless sea pass through unique literary and artistic buildings. After the epidemic was released, the bustling island was peaceful and comfortable, and everything you saw and heard became memories.

Gulangyu is still blowing with the warm wind, caricature sky and colorful houses, and the comfortable Lingan Hotel is enjoying afternoon tea and sitting in the courtyard chatting about each other's past and thoughts.

Will love really be met around the corner? There may be God's will and fate, but I believe that things are man-made. It is precisely because of past experience that I am more willing to take the initiative to seize the happiness of the present.

Lin Sixi's simple Chinese decoration is more fond of the quiet dining table on the first floor. A plate of salad dressing with mahjong can start a wonderful dinner.

A slow-paced life that sleeps until you wake up naturally, wearing slippers downstairs, making a cup of coffee, and basking in the sun in the yard. Some people say that it is rare to have a late night snack with you, but it is very important to have breakfast with you every day.

The original flight at 4 p.m. was cancelled due to too few people, so the flight was changed to the evening flight so that he could continue to sit in the yard, have a cup of coffee and chat.

Outside the window is a color palette of the sea, and the sea breeze is a gentle postcard sent. Going to a place, buying a postcard and sending it to the person I miss is the most romantic thing for me.

I still miss Nanjing. When I see the Luxi River, I can't help but buy some, as if I can be closer to Nanjing.

Fujian cuisine has always been a high-end cuisine in my heart. Min Nan's decoration and dishes are indeed stable products. The most surprising thing was the chopped green onion buns. The unfinished ones were packed back to Changsha. It was another dinner. It was really a good person at home.

Remember every sunrise and sunset, cherish every ray of light, love every wave, and learn to respect and persevere with a long or short journey.