Unlike Lucerne and Bern, swans here are also easy to stand still, refuse to watch flowers quietly to maintain elegance, but foolish to chase the waves and sail. People lie bare on the grass like pancakes, or kiss by the lake like oil sticks. The lake is sparkling in the sunshine, and the waves are bursting. Looking at the snow-free mountains and the sandy beaches on the ground, how do you feel that you have come to a seaside?