Beaver Lake in Stanley Park is a quiet area. When I arrived at the lake in the early morning, I saw the hot air coming from one corner of the lake, the dispersed water mist coming, the autumn grass becoming more yellow, and the sunshine shining through the water vapor on the lake. From the south to the north coast around the Bank of Liuhu Lake, in the west of the lake to the North straight up, and into a jungle. It was a tall pine and fir forest with a dark, mossy top, rotten and damp trunks on the ground, so mushrooms could be seen on it from time to time. These mushrooms are light brown in the center and gradually lighten outwards until they become milky white. The light shining through the cracks in the branches shines on the mushrooms, one by one gentle and bright, like warm jade. From the angle of outlook to the west, he embarked on the journey back down the hill. Half way up the cliff, along the coastal bay, so that you can see the sea or walk through the mountains and forests. You can also look down at Siwash Rock from top to bottom and feel its miraculous standing. This is a reef isolated in the coastal waters, like an Optimus Prime inlaid with prominence breaking out of the sea and standing proudly. It is also one of the symbols of Stanley Park.