Camping on Yushan Island: Sleeping in the Milky Way

"Will the tent be blown into outer space?" Duo Duo checked the ropes for the Nth time. The stars in the sky above Tianhu Grassland seemed so low that you could almost reach out and touch them. Lao Chen was using a telescope to find constellations: "Look! That's the Cowherd and Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge!" I spread out the picnic mat and pointed: "The bright lights on the left are fishing boats, and the flickering lights on the right are fireflies." The night breeze carried the aroma of roasted seaweed, and the little one suddenly exclaimed: "There are stars in the grass!" It turned out to be glowing mushrooms. We wrapped ourselves in blankets and told pirate stories, with the faint sound of waves in the distance. At dawn, we were awakened by birdsong, and Duo Duo, with messy hair, emerged from the tent and screamed: "Cotton candy clouds have fallen into the lake!" After breakfast, we chased goats up to the sea-viewing platform, where the East China Sea spread out like a blue satin ribbon beneath us. Duo Duo blew dandelions towards the horizon: "The little parachutes are going to travel the world!" Lao Chen whispered in my ear: "Next time, we should bring a geological hammer to dig for crystals." The sharp-eared little adventurer overheard and immediately started asking a million questions...