In the folds of waves and light, I slept by the sea

At dawn, pushing open the wooden lattice window of Lán Shè, the sea breeze rushed in, carrying a salty tang like a transparent fish swimming past my lashes and slipping into my collar. Outside, the white sandy beach was still veiled in mist, while the distant lighthouse’s glow scattered into stars, sinking into the deep blue creases—my breath already synced with the tides. The walls of Lán Shè are a warm beige, like seashells polished by waves for millennia. When the rattan pendant lamps sway, light flows like a river across the wooden floorboards, each grain hiding the rings of sea winds. On the tea tray, wild mountain tea leaves unfurled, their fragrance mingling with the scent of pine needles drifting through the window, as if I were nestled between misty mountains and the sea. Barefoot on the terrace in the afternoon, fine sand trickled between my toes like whispers of time. Behind the guesthouse, reeds rustled, startling a few egrets whose wingtips skimmed the water, leaving silver trails. Lying in a hammock, I watched clouds drift among sailboat masts and suddenly understood the phrase "stealing a half-day of leisure"—the sea breeze had scattered the clock’s hands, turning seconds into waves that wrote wordless poems on the shore. At dusk, Lán Shè’s lanterns flickered to life, their warm glow spilling over the corridors like scattered fishing lights. A server brought freshly caught mantis shrimp and chilled plum wine; the sweetness of seafood clashed with the tartness of liquor, as if tasting another flavor of the sea. A traveler at the next table strummed a guitar, melodies rising and falling with the waves, while moonlight crept onto the rattan chairs, embroidering our shadows into the night’s silk. Late at night, I slept to the lullaby of waves—countless tiny seashells singing, or perhaps the tide whispering ancient secrets. In my dreams, I became a silver fish, swimming past Lán Shè’s window frames into the boundless azure. Time at Lán Shè is a love letter from the sea to the land, an amber gift from the tides to travelers. Here, there are no schedules, only the rhythm of ebb and flow; no destinations, only whispers between heart and nature. If you tire of the world’s noise, come here—let the waves cleanse your soul, then carry back a pouch of starlight and surf. Nestled along Beidaihe’s sapphire coast, Lán Shè offers sea views from its windows and the sound of waves behind closed doors. Wake to golden sunrise beaches, return at dusk to savor seafood and evening breezes—a perfect sanctuary for the soul.