Caofeidian Shibajia Wharf

Walking on the beach, blowing the sea breeze, very pleasant.

Going to the sea to fish, the island is safe to live ▼ fishermen for half a day, go out to fish for crabs on the boat to cook in the early morning, come to the pier, board the fishing boat in a burst of sea smell, and drive forward. The weather is not ideal, but the mood is floating at sea with the fishing boat. Going to the sea to fish, Yu Caofeidian fishermen, is a lifestyle since ancient times, to me, but still a fresh and exciting experience. From the land to the depths of the sea, the captain is skilled in driving the fishing boat, so happy, it seems to be back to his own place. Although it was morning, there were almost no other fishing boats on the sea. The real fishermen had set sail at three or four in the morning, and returned when the sun set. Away from all the noise, deep in the sea, feel a kind of bone-deep loneliness. As the shore grew farther and farther, the captain began to direct the shipman to cast a net, without the river to cast a net, but the sinking, he threw into the sea, and he had a kind of heavyness that belonged to the sea. After the net was scattered, the rest of the time was to wait in the drift, wait for the gift of the sea, wait for the deliciousness of nature. No greed, just a boat of people lunch weight, not much time to start to collect the net. Sea crabs, conch, starfish, Pippi shrimp... one by one, the name can not be called seafood in a most primitive way before my eyes. Fishermen skillfully pick out the appropriate food in a pile of seafood, put it in a bucket, clean it with seawater, and put it in a huge cooking pot; and those not particularly delicious categories are back in the sea. After the fire, the seafood pot slowly exudes a unique fragrance. We can't stand the sea breeze anymore. We forget to hold and wait directly in the kitchen for the delicious pot. Lunch time, still floating on the sea, but eating the most primitive seafood in the waves. Seeing our monkeys in a hurry, the real fishermen smiled indifferently and turned away, hiding their skills and names. After half a day at sea, after eating delicious food, they also saw the land ahead, landed on the island and landed. On the return trip, the sun had set, the fishermen returned with sails, and the seabirds circled above the fishing boat and drove forward together. The fishing boats gathered together and opened their own sea carnival. ▼ Half-day fishermen, out to fish for crabs on the boat in the early morning, came to the pier, boarded the fishing boat in a burst of sea smell, and drove forward. The weather is not ideal, but the mood is floating at sea with the fishing boat. Going to the sea to fish, Yu Caofeidian fishermen, is a lifestyle since ancient times, to me, but still a fresh and exciting experience. From the land to the depths of the sea, the captain is skilled in driving the fishing boat, so happy, it seems to be back to his own place. Although it was morning, there were almost no other fishing boats on the sea. The real fishermen had set sail at three or four in the morning, and returned when the sun set. Away from all the noise, deep in the sea, feel a kind of bone-deep loneliness. As the shore grew farther and farther, the captain began to direct the shipman to cast a net, without the river to cast a net, but the sinking, he threw into the sea, and he had a kind of heavyness that belonged to the sea. After the net was scattered, the rest of the time was to wait in the drift, wait for the gift of the sea, wait for the deliciousness of nature. No greed, just a boat of people lunch weight, not much time to start to collect the net. Sea crabs, conch, starfish, Pippi shrimp... one by one, the name can not be called seafood in a most primitive way before my eyes. Fishermen skillfully pick out the appropriate food in a pile of seafood, put it in a bucket, clean it with seawater, and put it in a huge cooking pot; and those not particularly delicious categories are back in the sea. After the fire, the seafood pot slowly exudes a unique fragrance. We can't stand the sea breeze anymore. We forget to hold and wait directly in the kitchen for the delicious pot. Lunch time, still floating on the sea, but eating the most primitive seafood in the waves. Seeing our monkeys in a hurry, the real fishermen smiled indifferently and turned away, hiding their skills and names. After half a day at sea, after eating delicious food, they also saw the land ahead, landed on the island and landed. On the return trip, the sun had set, the fishermen returned with sails, and the seabirds circled above the fishing boat and drove forward together. The fishing boats gathered together and opened their own sea carnival.