At sunset, Lake Ligu wrote me a long love letter

When the mountain of Goddess Gem was plated with gold foil. The romance of Ligu Lake, All hidden in the folds of Tingxia Island being kneaded by dusk. Some people use roses to measure romance. The lake of Ligu breaks love into stars and sprinkles it on the roof: It was the wild berry bamboo basket that suddenly appeared on the window sill of Ah Xia. It's the story of a walk-off marriage that wants to be told by the fire pit of my grandmother's house. In the starry sky bubble pool, The wish I secretly made when you counted the seventh meteor. There is no need to ask about eternity. When the pig-slot boat returns to shore with twilight loads. Every moment of Tingxia Island says: "You see, time goes pretty slowly here." The Lower Island Hotel in Hu Ting, Ligu Coordinates: Time amber at the Sichuan-Yunnan junction