Shenjiamen is the largest fishing port in Zhoushan city, from the map point of view, it seems to be shrinking in the east of Zhoushan Island, the most one corner, then go east, that is, the sea of Haomiao.
You know, a fishing port means that a large number of aquatic products every day throughput to be here, so when I first foot on this island floating in the East China Sea, Yang Mianshang, the moist sea breeze blowing over my face, bringing a burst salty taste of octopus.
While this smell I have some little upset, but was higher than excitement, the Suandeshenme can do? To know that in this ago, I have never seen the sea, but ah! Although people have from the ship down, the brain also can be immersed in the sea journey of fascination for them. To be honest, when I first saw the sea, the mind is really a bit disappointed Hunhuang folder with the water as if a lot of sediment, a pat of the name of the ship's side, the sea is also very quiet, and only when the ship After passing, until the water was causing unrest impatient lazily spit some foam, and send funny rustle, as if someone is scratching their itch. (Days that, that is what I have longed for a long time the sea?) Can be as the ship slowly sailed out of port, I began to see other things.
The sea is not a little less yellow, silt was lost, if you look carefully, it seems that it also reveals a little green. Rustle of water at the stern voice of waterbirds have been Elique replaced tweet. Open open, occasionally encountered puffing smoke, whistle-ming, a great guy from our rickety passing around. Sunset light from the clouds fall in. barely out of sidelong manner according to these voyages on the ship's hull, showing a strange mottled colors, as if proud of my first visit to the sea on the novice tells of his Air passers-by the long, arduous, and the magnificent. At the moment, the sunset has not go on moon has been up. I began to gradually feel the tension of the sea, as experienced sailors to see the sea, like the tip of the cusp. He knows that in such a humble snow Duixia entrenched with the tip of a huge volume. I also know that I saw only a prelude to this trip, but good show staged soon.
I must admit to admit that nothing I can from this wonderful source of fascination for the pull back, until we approached the miles and miles, filled with food stalls neighborhood. The street on the leaning against the pier, along the coast side, thick Chad Chad's lined with fire-breathing of the burner, filled with a variety of bizarre water seafood station, there is also a table a table, a patrons do not see the head. Spill of oil with the whole street on the reverberating sound of Zizi, chef's cries, and Withdrawing bench, mora-line orders, etc. issued by the loud noisy sounds, turned it into a huge open-air dining. Even more surprising is that people seem to already be here, and will always eat it. Through this special smell of the street, if I were a physicist, there must be interested in the air here to find out the variety of molecules, which is a mixed smell of salted fish, seafood flavor, as well as down-formed a special taste of sweat, incitement on my appetite. At this point I feel temperature of the esophagus seems to have slipped the thrill of delicious smells, even though I have not tasted one, and even could not utter those now in the face of the Yu Xiaxie shell's name.
Later, things I remember is about the high bar to drink. Eyes saw only a cup of gas lamps, in people's heads on the issue of bright and gentle light, as if a light yellow round and round the gas Yinyun night in this fishing port. Early the next morning. Days just light, we will seat the early morning ferry to the Peach Blossom Island, had fled. Standing on the rickety deck, embracing the ramp, I sat back and looking shenjiamen one, has already begun to see the pier berthing ashore, there are boss began trading, and looked at a basket of dazzling white fish and shrimp baskets I seemed to smell of the kind of unique atmosphere, as if to tell me that the fishing with the sea-like vitality, always surging tides of life.
Author: penpao
