Nanji Island truly left an unforgettable impression on me

Hidden in the secluded isles off Wenzhou lies a small art gallery coexisting with rock formations. As the tides breathe beneath the curved dome of the cave hotel, I found the most poetic interpretation of sea-eroded landscapes, finally understanding what it means to "use the sky as a blanket and the sea as a pillow." The moment I stepped into the cave and pushed open the half-ajar wooden door, I was stunned—waves crashed against the reefs 30 meters below, shattering into a galaxy of silver. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the entire emerald sea into a flowing oil painting. Rough, untouched rock walls wrapped in linen drapes, while I curled up in a blanket on a terrace carved from a natural grotto, watching clouds burn into orange-scented silk. My coffee cup shimmered with the glimmering dawn. It turns out such moments truly exist—where every photo taken isn’t work, but pure enjoyment of life. As the waves hummed ancient lullabies in the cavern, I suddenly remembered that line from *The Little Prince*: "What is essential is invisible to the eye." Like the wind carrying the scent of sea salt right now, and time so slow I can’t bear to blink.