When I am by the lake, 
the white sheet in my blue bag jumps down to the shore and
quickly capture the best spot for me. 

When I am lying down on the white sheet, 
my small world is totally engulfed by the lake’s magic. 

When I peep from my purple shawl, 
I can see the blue water swimming towards the shore.

When I breathe, 
I can smell the mixed -water fresh air gently glides into my
chest.

When I close my eyes, 
I can feel the warmth in my back casted by Apollo.

When I am speechless,
 I can hear the bird busy chirping that they are too falling
in love with this place.

When I am by the lake, 
my heart, my soul, and my imagination become elusive 
and I temporarily escape from the complicated world.