Long Beach

In Long Beach, facing the sea, stretching out, closing your eyes and breathing, listening to the sound of the waves, all the fatigue disappeared. I stepped on the white sand beach barefoot, very soft and comfortable, and grabbed it in my hand. It is worthy of being the finest beach in the world.

I had seen the town dock appear in front, and then went to another pier, before it was full of tourists flying across the bank. Passing through many beautiful beaches on the way, there are several small beaches that are inaccessible and charming. The tall and dense coconut trees are all over the water. It is a holy place in my dream.