Winter at Qinghai Lake is God's frozen blue tear

When the first cold wind sweeps across the shores of Qinghai Lake, when the lake surface changes from shimmering waves to solid blue jade, the frozen season of Qinghai Lake finally begins amid great anticipation. The distant snow-capped mountains roll on endlessly, merging with the frozen lake surface, leaving only pure blue and white between heaven and earth, so clean it leaves one speechless. There is no bustling summer crowd, only the sound of the wind, birdsong, and your own heartbeat. Here, time seems to slow down, and all anxiety and restlessness are healed by this frozen blue. Winter at Qinghai Lake is not desolate, but another form of ultimate romance. It is worth traveling thousands of miles to keep an appointment with the blue ice.