One morning in early August, I got up at more than five o'clock, got on my bicycle, and went west along National Highway 106 for half an hour to reach the beautiful Hengshui Lake. Along the winding path, following the knitting crowd, I came to the lake. The Hengshui Lake, which is not visible from the sky, appeared in front of me. Although I have lived in the south for several years, I have seen vast rivers and seas, visited beautiful Xizi Lake several times, and visited countless beautiful villages with small bridges and flowing families. It can be said that mountains and rivers are no strangers, but I was still shocked by the lake, after all, I was born in Shijiazhuang, grow up in Shijiazhuang, know me.