From the Church of St. John, I slipped into the Central Park in downtown New York. I thought it was not the most beautiful time here. The little forest and the lake, the yellow leaves and the red leaves are full of beautiful scenery. Many people are running here. The dog walked in the sun, it was too leisurely. We stopped and stopped here for four hours. The sun was too warm. We could see a lot of little squirrels running around on the road, as well as the seats. I was commemorated with a private nameplate and felt very romantic.