文艺美学INS杂志风旅行日志简约高级留白薄荷绿模版

The wind kneads summer into fragmented light and shadow,settling in the footprints of travelers—white sails on wave crests,shattered jade in mountain streams,and the warmth of swaying lanterns in ancient alleys.

When waves push seashells ashore,they carry half a reflection of the morning glow.Bare feet step on warm sand,startling small crabs that scuttle into sand pits,leaving tiny claw marks.

White sails drift on the indigo sea,like clouds scattered by the wind.The sweet scent of iced coconut water spreads across the deck.

Mountain streams weave through rocks;sunlight filters through tree crowns,weaving golden nets on the water. 

As twilight spreads over the peak,pine needles start to murmur.Campfires curl from tent sites;the aroma of roasted corn mingles with pine.

Bamboo curtains of the old teahouse hang half-rolled;tea fragrance from the purple clay pot drifts over the threshold.