It was already dark when I checked into the hotel last night, and I didn’t notice where I was at all.

When I woke up in the morning, I opened the curtains and walked to the balcony. I was immediately enveloped in negative oxygen ions and thin mist. Standing on the balcony on the 11th floor, I felt like I was one with nature. After breakfast, the morning fog faded, and the mangrove park clearly appeared in front of us. Wetlands, lawns, and mangroves shone in the sun. No wonder Chengmai is the hometown of longevity. There is a flamingo garden in the park. I purchased a hundred flamingos, but by visual inspection there were twenty or thirty less. Sometimes they parade in line, sometimes they get together in a daze, which is also interesting. There is also a promenade in the park. The squirrels live in the restricted wires, which is very pitiful. Although the park sells tickets, residents of the community with the 🦩 mural painted next to it can enter the park directly from their doorsteps. This mangrove park alone is worth staying for a few days. The fruits and vegetables at the nearby farmer's market are fresh and cheap, and the sweet and sticky plantains cost 2.5 pounds per pound. The newly opened ramen restaurant is filled with the smell of authentic Lanzhou noodle restaurants. Three generations of the Hui family who have just arrived here from Lanzhou to make a living speak authentic Gansu accents and start a new life in the new land. In the afternoon, we went to Yongqing Temple, which was built during the Northern Song Dynasty. Mr. Dongpo wrote related poems when he was demoted to Hainan and when he was pardoned and went north. There are the largest number of white jade Buddha statues here.