透光的水晶信封：竹笼揭开的刹那，半透明的饺皮如浸过月光的蚕丝，隐约透出内里粉橘色的虾影，褶皱处堆叠出十二道涟漪般的细褶。

颤动的海洋之心：虾仁的鲜甜被锁在澄粉皮里，咬破时迸出微烫的汁水，像退潮时留在礁石缝中的咸味露珠。笋粒的脆嫩穿插其间，恍若渔网突然捞起的几粒星砂。

舌尖的潮汐韵律：姜汁的暖意先如海风拂过，而后猪油香像浪花在味蕾上碎成金箔，最后残留的芹末气息，是渔港木栈道缝里钻出的那一缕倔强青绿。

Transparent crystal envelope: At the moment when the bamboo cage is lifted, the translucent dumpling skin is like silk soaked in moonlight, faintly revealing the pink orange shrimp shadow inside, and twelve fine ripples are stacked at the folds.

The Trembling Heart of the Ocean: The fresh sweetness of shrimp is locked in the transparent pink skin, and when bitten, it bursts with slightly hot juice, like salty dewdrops left in the crevices of rocks at low tide. The crispness and tenderness of the bamboo shoots interweave between them, like a few grains of star sand suddenly picked up from a fishing net.

Tidal rhythm on the tip of the tongue: The warmth of ginger juice first brushes like the sea breeze, then the fragrance of lard shatters into gold foil on the taste buds like waves, and finally the lingering scent of celery is the stubborn green thread that emerges from the cracks in the wooden boardwalk of the fishing port.