“Rafting on the misty lake in search of tranquility, sometimes can see white gulls flying by.”The breeze was blowing, and the small boat traveling westward slowly moved forward in the turquoise lake. The waves on both sides of the ship's gunwale slowly flowed to the back of the boat. The lanterns on both sides of the river lit up for the first time, decorated with misty drizzle like smoke, like dreams, shadow dance.