Life is quiet and quiet.

The breeze in the morning

The willow hangs low

The lotus leaves are in abundance

The lotus pavilion

The lakeside people with their cameras

Waiting quietly for a beautiful scene

To save the moment

A lotus petal

Floats on the water

Printed on the willow reflection

The lake is a place where you can enjoy your life in the morning.

It's so quiet that the lake seems to have come to a standstill

The sky is pure blue

Music is being played along the willow embankment

Square dances

Hulusi

The windpipes

The voices of the young and the old

are being sung

The still lake is being rippled by the people who swim in the water

The water is being dipped by the people who swim in the lake.

Life is between this motion and stillness

Every weekend I come to feel this motion and stillness, to see the young electric pipe player with the old man, to build up a symphony of the class; to watch the running crowd, sweat to their heart's content; to set up a tripod, dragging the lens, quietly waiting to capture a beautiful, or funny moments; to watch the lake in the hidden and hidden swimming cap, and the fluctuating Hands; lake sitting on the matzah, set up a fishing rod fishing enthusiasts. I feel that life is like this, when the time to move, sometimes quietly watching the falling flowers, sitting and waiting for the clouds to roll, as if not eat earthly fire; sometimes call friends, beer barbecue, and is full of fireworks.