The last time I came to Qixingtan was in 2014. When I arrived here, I was affected by the typhoon. The wind was big and big, like a lion with a hairy anger. When I arrived, everything was so calm and calm. The brilliance of the pebbles makes me take a good look at such a quiet Qixingtan. Here is like an uncultivated field, even the stones are abrupt or chilly, and there is no fineness of Kenting Beach. Perhaps it is a journey of twists and turns, perhaps the wind has a big character, one to seven stars, everyone has "zoomed in" themselves. Standing close to the waves, a little bit of temptation to the "bottom line" that is not drenched, like all the tiredness by the teasing of the sea and spit out, like a fool, posing a strange tweak shape, only waiting for a big wave Come over, call again, run and hide, anyway, all the sound will be pressed in the sea breeze, anyway, all traces will be smoothed behind the waves.