Go to a small island without a city, roads, or skyscrapers, set aside all your phones, computers, and televisions, stay away from the mundane troubles, and immerse yourself in the primitive world of sunshine, beaches, and oceans. The sunshine is bright and warm, the seawater is blue-green and crystal clear, and the water is as white as a dream world. Strolling by the deserted beach, wading through the water, the warm sunshine falls on one's body, the cool seawater ripples lightly under one's feet, small crabs gallop across the beach, and schools of fish swim fearlessly to the shallows.
This kind of environment makes people yearn for love. Any man or woman walking on the beach under a coconut tree is set off as a pair of beautiful people, let alone a passionate couple or a honeymoon couple. Having dinner with a male journalist from another newspaper multiple times, just having dinner together, can lead to misunderstandings. Coming to such an island, even with colleagues working together and moving forward and backward, being in the sunset and moonlight of couples in pairs still feels like being alone.