"Fantasy of Minyue · Glowing Water Town"

Stepping onto the cobblestone paths of Minyue Water Town, this hidden aquatic paradise unfolds like an ink-washed scroll bathed in time, gradually revealing itself through Fuzhou's misty dawn. The upturned eaves of Qinghui Tower catch the morning light, while flower boats cast rippling reflections upon the crystal-clear lake—as if a poetic waterscape had stepped out from ancient verses. Upon ascending Yingfu Bridge, I encountered a hanfu-clad maiden gazing into the distance. The hairpins in her cloud-like coiffure swayed in unison with the lanterns adorning the covered bridge, blurring the boundaries of time. For a fleeting moment, it became impossible to discern whether modern visitors had wandered into an ancient painting's bustling streets, or if the painted ladies had traversed millennia to join our world. The afternoon heat dissipated abruptly with the zither notes of "Dreamlike Min Capital." As dancers' flowing sleeves whirled through the air, their garments seemed to release subtle fragrances. At the Governor's Mansion, the theatrical "Courtroom Trial" reached its climax, with tourists joining the "bumbling" magistrate in solving the case—bursts of laughter erupting with each strike of the justice block. At dusk, "Dreamseeking · Millennial Minyue"—a grand live-action spectacle—unfolded in dazzling splendor. A 120-meter water curtain transformed into a giant rice paper scroll, where light and shadow painted Fuzhou's thousand-year epic. Merchant ships braved imaginary waves, while the Snail Maiden danced upon her shell, as 2,200 years of Fuzhou's history surged forth through this interplay of fire and water. On Saturday night, fireworks tenderly split the sky—first a single comet tearing through the inky darkness, then starbursts exploding from the clouds. Fiery blossoms branched across the night breeze, their golden embers showering earthward like celestial confetti. This summer, as pyrotechnics embraced the water town's lantern glow, passersby paused to let this unexpected romance settle gently in their eyes. The fire dance spectacle held its own magic—flaming blades cleaving the night, while molten iron sparks rained down in golden threads too mesmerizing to look away from. Departing, I glanced back at Yanfu Pagoda's silhouette glittering against the night. The true wonder of Minyue Water Town lies in how every visitor becomes part of Fuzhou's living story.