No worries, no worries, no worries. Mochou Lake was originally very close to home, and it would be walked around all year round. Since moving, a few years are coming, just feel her spring, summer, autumn and winter in the circle of friends. yesterday

No worries, no worries, no worries.

Mochou Lake was originally very close to home, and it would be walked around all year round. Since moving, a few years are coming, just feel her spring, summer, autumn and winter in the circle of friends.

Yesterday, the visiting customer passed by Mochou Lake on the way back, and involuntarily parked to go forward, and could not eat lunch.

After entering the door, you will be greeted by a calm lake, and occasionally egrets will skim over the water and fly to the blue sky, free. The breeze blows softly, brushing across the cheeks, through the ends of the hair, invading the heart and spleen, and suddenly feeling refreshed. I just want to walk slowly, or sit quietly and think of nothing.

Further on, there is a pond full of green lotus leaves, lined with pink lotus flowers. The lotus leaves that have just been washed by the rain are full of life, and there are also remnants of soldiers who have been sunburned in the heat, and in the face of nature, plant fittests survive, why not humans.

Some of the lotus flowers are blooming in full bloom, some are still flower bones, and some have blossomed and knotted lotuses. The cycle of life repeats itself.

Another motivation that drove me in was to watch the birds, and friends photographed many more egrets than I saw. When I came in, I saw only one or two flying egrets, a little disappointed, and not dead-hearted. Continuing to search, I saw in the distance that there was a long rope in the lake, and from one end to the other, there were white columns the size of bowling balls of different heights and heights, and occasionally flew up, which turned out to be egrets. [Teeth]

Then I spent hours admiring them from all angles, watching them spread their wings and flying, watching them walk on rope, watching them stand still... Envying them for having such a wonderful habitat seemed more determined to return to the idea of pastoral life.

When I went out of the park, I saw that the plaque on the back of the gate was "Here is no worries", which really responded to my heart. [Teeth]