Walk Along the Streets of Dongbi Island, Xiapu 漫步霞浦东壁岛街道CITY WORK

It was noon when I first set foot on the streets of Dongbi Island, Xiapu. The briny sea breeze, carrying the warmth of the sun, gently lifted my hair, as if whispering the stories of this island.
The streets were paved with irregular stone slabs, their surfaces polished smooth by the passage of time. With each step, I could feel the weight of history. On both sides of the road, low walls made of coral stones were neatly arranged, covered with tender green vines and dotted with a few scattered small flowers, swaying gently in the wind. Occasionally, I could see several small fisherman's courtyards. Colorful fishing nets were drying at the entrances, swaying gently with the sea breeze, as if performing a leisurely dance.
Walking aimlessly, I was drawn to an unassuming shop at the corner. The shopkeeper was a white-haired grandmother, sitting at the entrance, weaving a fishing net. When she saw me stop, she smiled and invited me in. The shop was filled with seaside handicrafts like shells and corals, and several yellowed old photos hung on the walls, documenting the island's changes over time. The grandmother warmly poured me a cup of tea and began to chatter about the island's stories. From her words, I could almost see the fishermen setting out to sea at dawn and returning home at dusk, bathed in the glow of the setting sun.