The beauty of time static
        Cui Hai, must be the jade dew of Yao Chi, carelessly left behind the world.

  Haizi in Jiuzhaigou can be so beautiful and crystal clear. Walking along the lake, the bird's voice is crisp, the flowers are fragrant and the spleen is swimming, and the clouds are grazing at the bottom of the water. The breeze is rippling, and the sea is like a Tibetan and Qiang girl, raising a scarf and revealing a charming dimple. Those azure, goose, purple, green... It's not color, it's her dream. Blooming again and again, again and again... In the warm afternoon, she reflected the white clouds, the sky, the bridge, the smiling faces of visitors, reflecting the sweet and happy. Some thoughts slipped into it, others climbed up wet.