Green Lake Park: A time capsule hidden in the hustle and bustle

#Zhuhai Attractions The weeping willows in Green Lake Park write poetry with the ripples, and the low-flying water birds cut through the mirror surface, kneading the reflected clouds into silk. The dew on the bench still condensed with last night's starlight. The old man walked across the stone bridge with a cane, and the sound of his footsteps awakened the sleeping moss. 📜 The row of pavilions with peeling red paint by the lake, vines climbing over the lattice windows, counting the centuries of vicissitudes dormant between the bricks and tiles, and the thrown stones jumping on the water surface, stirring up circles of growth rings~ Life is like a still, deep stream. When a dragonfly skims over the water, that moment is eternity. The green lake is silent, but it has taught the city how to breathe.