The first time I was there, from Kangding to the lake area, everything felt great. The simple folk customs and breathtaking scenery were like a bolt of lightning in my chest, making me marvel at how there could still be such purity and beauty in the world. It was also National Day, but we stood by the deserted lake, calmly watching the vast waves, the misty clouds, the desolate high mountains above, and the fine sand beaches below. We were peaceful, inactive, isolated, and forgot about ourselves, all immersed in the rhythm of beauty. At this time, Mugewrong Lake was like a beautiful woman hidden deep in her boudoir, unknown to people, charming and touching. She contained countless风情and absorbed the essence of heaven and earth. She treated drifting clouds, snow, sunrise, sunset, and the tremors in your heart with indifference and transcendence, viewing them all as if they were nothingness. What can disturb her calm beauty? What can disturb her profound beauty?