Last year's National Day trip to Qiandao Lake was full of countless joys. There we climbed halfway up a mountain and got on the cable car with great interest under the recommendation of the speedboat driver. Curves ... straight lines ... finally rose. The moment the cable car derailed and took off, my heart suddenly came to my throat, just like the feeling of flying. The cable car rises higher and higher, and the ancient trees that look towering on the ground are now under our feet. I seem to be in the company of light clouds, wandering in the sky with the breeze. It's so cool to be condescending
On the cable car I wanted to shake, I looked around. The mountains are towering and green, the lake is clear, the islands are scattered and grotesque, and the words "The world is for the public" are obvious, just like the vast Taihu Lake and the beautiful West Lake.
When the clouds cleared away, the wonderful colors on the lake gradually emerged. Not green, not blue, like green and blue. Just like Bai Juyi's "Good Jiangnan" and "Riverside is as green as blue". It is a colorful painting, a wonderful long poem and a masterpiece of nature. People really travel in a world of pictorial, and I can't help being intoxicated.
Look at the cable car in this technological age. It is moving slowly forward. It is only controlled by a thick and long wire rope and countless big gears, which makes it so stable and safe. Occasionally, a bird's eye view of the water, an osprey grabbed a big fish from the water, tasted it happily, began to fight against the sky, and also had tenacious ambitions. My heart is like a flower sucking nectar, so carefree.
Qiandao Lake, Qiandao Lake, the beauty lies in green mountains and green waters, lovely little souls and simple and intelligent people.
The beauty of Qiandao Lake is always fixed in my mind, and the happiness along the way is endless. It became the happiest memory of my childhood.