It's another year for geese to return when the fog hangs over Jimei Lake.

In the embrace of Jimei Lake, a light mist slowly rises, like a light veil, covering the serenity of the lake. At this time, it is the season of autumn, another year of geese return.

Lakeside willows, has long been changed into a golden robe, the breeze blew, the leaves rustle, as if to tell the change of the season. Mist in the willow branches shuttle, hidden and hidden, to this quiet lake added a few points of mystery.

In the distance on the lake, a few returning geese in a zigzag formation, slowly flying through the sky, their figures in the fog, as if they were messengers from another world. Their chirping, crisp and melodious, echoed on the lake, intertwined with the ripples of the lake water, forming a moving picture.

On the path beside the lake, tourists, in twos and threes, either stopped to watch or whispered softly. The camera in their hands, from time to time to capture the lake and the sky, trying to record this brief but beautiful moment.

Jimei Lake when the fog cage, the lake's reflection fuzzy and clear. Those returning geese have crossed thousands of mountains just to return to this familiar land. Their return is not only a response to the season, but also to their home. On this land, every leaf and every drop of lake water records their growth and change.

And all these are silently telling a story about the years and the way back, in which there is the migration of geese, the change of seasons, and even more people's yearning and pursuit of a better life.