Fujian and Nearby

Morning mist rises over green tea terraces, wrapping the hills in silence broken only by the chirp of cicadas. In a mountain village, steam curls from bamboo baskets of dumplings, while down by the coast, fishing boats glide into Xiamen’s harbor with the first catch of the day. Narrow alleys in Fuzhou smell of incense and roasted peanuts, where old men play cards under banyan trees. On winding roads, scooters weave between red-tiled temples and glass towers. Across the strait, Taiwan shimmers faintly on the horizon,a reminder of distance and kinship. In Fujian, the sea and the mountains meet, and life hums quietly but never still.