Wenchang Tongguling: The Secret of the Singing Stones

#2月好地方2025 "Dad, listen! The reef is blowing the conch shell!" The 7-year-old put his ear to the wind-blown rock. I pointed to the basalt group in the distance and said, "This is the drum that Grandpa Volcano played eight million years ago. The tide is the drumstick!" The husband, Ming, suddenly knocked on the "whale bone pattern" reef, and it produced an ethereal echo. The old fisherman in a blue shirt handed over the conch with a smile: "Listen close to the crack, you can hear the mother whale teaching her baby to sing." Zai Zai's eyes widened: "There really is a humming sound! Is the whale speaking Hainanese?" At sunset, we chased jumping fish to find the "note stone". Suddenly, Zai Zai fell into the tide pool and raised the spiral stone and screamed: "I found the starfish's phone watch!" Eating cactus ice at the fishing port, the little guy used oyster shells to arrange the five-line music on the beach: "I will bring the recorder to play tomorrow!"