Today, I have no time to write comments. Dianchi Lake has gone three times this year. The first two are in July and the third is in early December. Every time Dianchi Lake gives me different feelings. The first one is overlooking on the West Mountain Cable Car. The smoke is vast, boundless and unreal. It is like a girl dressed in gauze, soft and mysterious beauty. The second time, I see it in Dianchi Lake. The vast pool surface, fresh and green, more than the first overlook of the feeling of some hard, bright and concise flavor, a little wind blowing, comfortable and thorough, very comfortable, July season, red-billed gulls have not yet flown, pool tourists are endless, everyone is relaxed and natural, quiet and comfortable, July in the northern summer, it is quite hot, but in this month. On the edge of Dianchi Lake, I would like to stop here for a long time, wishing the time would be slower and slower. The third time I came to Dianchi Lake was two weeks ago. Red-billed gulls were dancing and playing on the edge of the pond, sometimes flying high, sometimes pecking water. At this time, the pupa of the tourist bee was at the edge of the pond with the beautiful natural scenery. Everyone seemed so busy and natural, quiet and dynamic complement each other, and it was logical to be here. A feature of each season. Dianchi Lake seems to me to be a place you love more once!