The willows along the embankment stand unevenly, lush and dense.
Looking far into the distance.
The clear blue lake water extends endlessly to the far horizon, as if the blue sky is reflected on the lake surface, each ripple shimmering with a dazzling blue shimmer.
The water waves sway with the cool breeze, crashing against the cobblestone-constructed embankment, making a series of murmuring sounds.
To the ears of the visitors, it is extremely beautiful.
"The scenery here is really nice."
Yolanda Bardot couldn't help but praise, pointing, to a gravel path ahead, "Ella, shall we take a walk inside and see if there's anything interesting in the willow grove?"
"Yolanda, I want to watch Lake Brow a little longer."
Ella Lacey politely declined, sitting alone on a nearby empty white bench, her clear eyes surveying the lake, vast as the ocean, saying, "You know, the more I look, the more the shape of this lake resembles an eyebrow, a willow leaf eyebrow at that."
