Cuihu Wetland Park.
At dusk, the temperature was just right, and the fresh air gave a pleasant comfort. A breeze blew, bringing a slight refreshing coolness.
The winding paths were full of people, some leisurely strolling, some jogging and sweating, others sitting on benches enjoying the scenery and the rare peaceful moment.
Flames rose by the lake, smoke swirling. Every open space had turned into a bustling picnic and barbecue area, adding a touch of human activity to this lush green world.
Charcoal burned, flames danced, and the food on the grill emitted tempting aromas. People sat together in a circle, eating barbecue, singing songs, and chatting about various trivial matters of life.
A scene of harmony and beauty.
"Ribbit!"
Suddenly, a clear frog croak sounded from the lake. Though not loud, even those far from the lakeshore could hear it, and many showed puzzled expressions, looking toward the lake surface.