I just want to stay in Dali and watch the sunset blowing with the sea breeze

When twilight 🌅 dyes Erhai Lake 🌊 into a golden color ✨ I always covet the time when I am hanging in the wind🌠 Leaning against the gray tile roof🏯 Watch the waves turn the sunset into thousands of shining bookmarks✨ Cangshan ⛰️ looks like an uncut roll of ink painting ⚪️⚫️ in the mist The brass bells at the corner of the roof ring ➿ Mixed with the whispers of the waves poured into the sleeves ~ In a trance, even breathing became a secret meeting with spring🌿. 。 At such a moment [Akaiya Anyin Qingshan] It's the most appropriate footnote🎶 Old wooden beams hold up the entire floor-to-ceiling windows🪟 Erhai 🌊 spreads from the corner of the roof to the pillow 💙 Twilight dyes warm tones on the cotton and linen sheets ☀️ The waves write the sonnet of light 📜 outside the glass of the terrace Suddenly understood—the so-called habitat poetry However, it can tolerate a gust of wind 🌬️, a sea 🌊 The same slanting sun that doesn't want to land 🌆