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.