East Ji Island Travelogue｜Leaving My Heart in That Blue Sea

They say East Ji Island is "the hometown of the wind, the cradle of rain, the kingdom of fog." For the sea in my heart, I really came here. ———— 🌤 6 AM · Breaking into the Morandi-colored sea The fog hasn't lifted yet, but the sounds of boats at the dock and seagulls are already softly ringing. I got on the island shuttle, and after a turn, I was stunned. That was not an ordinary blue. It was Morandi blue, covered with a layer of mist and tinged with gray. The sea surface looked like wrinkled silk, shimmering subtly under the sunlight. The distant mountains looked like light ink watercolor, floating at the edge of the sea. The wind carried the salty scent of seaweed, cool and refreshing, yet strangely comforting. —————— ☀ Afternoon · Falling into the layered glazed sea The sun came out, and the sea finally revealed its true colors. 📸 The must-see color layers: ▫ Underfoot was transparent Tiffany blue, with pebbles clearly visible. ▫ A bit farther was a clear jade green. ▫ The farthest was the deep, serene azure blue. The waves hitting the rocks were not roaring but whispering. Sitting on the rocks in a daze, all KPIs and competition pressures were quietly melted away by this blue, flowing away with the waves. Time here seemed to slow down to half speed. —————— 🌅 Evening · The sunset is a grand gentleness No intense sunset glow, the sky and sea quiet down together. The sun looked like a salted egg yolk, slowly sinking. The sea surface was gilded with a shimmering golden path. At that moment, I suddenly understood. What the island gives you is not shock, but a power wrapped in gentleness. —————— 📝 Postscript: On the boat leaving the island, I kept looking back. The island gradually blurred in the dusk. I returned, but my heart seemed to have stayed in that blue sea.