Occasionally there is a small island in the distance. We will go ashore and plan to go to the shore to find out. Because there is no one on the island, there are only lakes and mountains and green bushes around. I feel that the whole island and the whole lake are their own. I seem to be the island owner here. The beautiful lake forms a layered, close to the crystal clear of the island, and the blue is far away. There are a few white clouds floating in the endless sky. Under the blue sky, the lake is so blue and green, so crystal clear and transparent, the boat travels over the lake and scratches the original calm of the lake. There was a burst of microwaves, and although the ship broke the original calm, it was very harmonious.