A long time gazing at the boundless blue of Qinghai Lake, as if falling into a deep dream, the mountains in the distance are covered with a few white clouds, quietly watching me daze, two flying birds fly over, gently When I swept across the water, I splashed a small splash of water and circled it. This is Qinghai Lake. It is a wish I made in my heart three years ago. In the face of the real picture, I have a dream. The illusion.