The gentle ripples of the waves, the dream of seagulls.

On Seagull Island in Guangzhou, time seems to slow down. The morning mist gently embraces the water's surface, with the river quietly winding around, telling tales of the tenderness of time. Surrounding the small island, lush mangroves grow, with dappled light piercing through the leaves, sprinkling onto the winding paths, making one unconsciously lighten their steps, afraid to disturb the tranquility. Following the sound of the tide, seagulls spread their wings and fly along the river, skimming the water and leaving lively traces. The fishing village on the island remains simple and honest, with houses and fields interwoven, smoke rising from the chimneys, and the air filled with the fresh scent of earth and sea breeze. At dusk, the setting sun drapes the island in a golden veil, the water shimmering with waves, and fishing boats dotting the scene like ink spots in a painting. Gazing into the distance where the river meets the sky, thoughts drift away with the flow, forgetting the hustle and bustle of the world. Seagull Island, this sanctuary where nature and culture blend, has left endless beautiful memories in my heart.