The Spring Sea of Dapeng Bay in Shenzhen

There are many ways to enjoy the sea, from comfortable swimming, deep diving, leisurely paddle boarding, to thrilling surfing. I've always thought that yachting is for the lazy, but of course, that doesn't include girls who are there just to take photos and check in. When you arrive at the yacht club, the dock is filled with yachts of all sizes, like a bank storing gold, and the dark green sea water ripples with a hint of desolation. The boat we booked had gone to Huizhou, so we had to make some last-minute adjustments. The boat was equipped with a captain and a sailor, water on the table, wine in the cabinet, and a fruit platter. As we slowly left the dock, the sky was still heavily hazed, with the sky and sea both a greyish blue, and a white arc of waves plowed across the sea. This is Dapeng Bay, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with Shenzhen's longest beach bustling with people. Blue sun umbrellas opened up like a string of pearls. The boat sailed through the beautiful Shawan, the sky cleared up a bit, with the blue sky beginning to show, mist rising from the sea, and distant mountains faintly visible like fairy mountains, a small boat passing by, creating a scene like an ink wash landscape. Despite the speed of twenty knots, the boat was somewhat undulating, the sea breeze was strong, a seabird flew up and then down again, and the seaside promenade of Xiaomeisha stretched out leisurely like a line, with the Yantian District's Guanhai Library located at the bend of the cape, where one can lean on the railing, listen to the waves, and enjoy the view. What more could you read in such a beautiful setting? Passing by Vanke's Seventeen Miles, you can see the Rose Coast Tourist Resort on the shore of Dapeng Bay, which is said to be a paradise for lovers, with its long sandy beaches, clear waters, peculiar rocks on the shore, and the dense mangroves behind, and the sunset's dreamy bridges. At two o'clock in the afternoon, we anchored in the calm sea, Wang Ge and the young lads were fishing at the stern, a young girl was singing in the cabin, and we were chatting on the flybridge, watching the surfer fall into the water time and again. The ancient Bei'aojiao Lighthouse stands at the end of the Yantian seaside promenade, with its red and white lighthouse and rugged rocks, but we couldn't wait for the most beautiful sunset here.