A muddy dirt path, two small thatched huts, three generations crowded into eight people, surrounded by fences on all sides. This was the home in my childhood memory, and the most tasteful object in it was the daily-used *kangqin*, because it bore a glass-mounted watercolor painting that embodied my yearning for beauty.

At that time, the painter was painting Qinchuang, and I stood by watching—it was that beautiful waterfall that captured my heart. I asked my uncle if it was real, and he said it was the jingpo Lake Waterfall. I asked him where I could see it, and he said in Mudanjiang. I told him I would definitely go see it when I grew up!

Later, when I entered junior high school and studied geography, I learned that Jingpo Lake is the largest alpine barrier lake in China and the second largest in the world. It is a renowned tourist destination both domestically and internationally, which further deepened my admiration and longing for it.

In 2018, I had the opportunity to follow a tour group and visit this national 5A-level scenic area, a world-renowned global geopark. The only slight regret was the snow-filled winter, when Jingpo Lake lay dormant in a kingdom of ice and snow, exuding an extraordinary tranquility. The gentle howl of the lake wind whispered tales of time’s relentless passage, while visitors frolicked freely on the ice, their laughter rising and falling as it soared over the mountains and rippled across the sunlit lake. Due to time constraints, I missed the chance to see the Diaoshuilou Waterfall up close, yet the image from my childhood lingered faintly in my mind.

The moment the ceaselessly surging currents, like ten thousand horses galloping in unison, unfolded before my eyes, I felt as if transported to another world—only to realize I was being drenched by the splashing waterfall. Yet this instant connection, this profound affection at first sight, had kept me waiting for 33 years!

At the moment when the lake water crashes against the shore and rushes downward, its roaring waves shaking the valley, excitement has already entwined my soul—this is the rhythm of youth, the soaring of hope, and the blossoming of life!

Listen, the ceaseless sound of the lake water, like my thirty-three years of obsession, unbroken and endless.

Behold, that relentless surge forward is like my tumultuous journey, never giving up.

The fragrance of green hills and clear waters, like the poetic longing of my fairy-tale wishes, lingers in my heart and dreams.

The touch, the waterfall blossoms caressing the skin, like my unwavering anticipation, will eventually bloom.

Inside the pristine white translucent curtain walls, the historical scroll of the Balhae Kingdom faintly emerges. By the murmuring stream, amid the lush greenery and blooming flowers, the graceful figure of the Hongluo maiden flickers as she washes silk. The grand history and enchanting legends unfold in the cascading waterfalls, weaving timeless and magical tales.

Pause, hold your breath, and gaze intently as a spirited elderly man, with vigorous strides, performs several graceful handstands on the flat rocks at the mouth of the falls. As he raises his hand in a stirring gesture, the audience, facing the world’s largest basalt waterfall—a breathtaking spectacle with a 20-meter drop—holds its breath in suspense. The crowd watches in hushed anticipation. Then, atop the roaring, cascading torrent, the old man leaps forward like a swallow, soaring through the misty ribbons of water. In that moment—what boldness! In that instant—what grace! In that split second—what transcendence! （注：译文保留了原文的激昂诗意与画面感，同时确保"20-meter"等数字组合及表达准确传递。句式上采用英文擅长的分词结构（"facing..."）、破折号补充说明及短句排比（"In that moment..."）来还原原文的节奏与气势。）

The shock—the splash of a daring dive and the thunderous applause from the shore—snapped me out of my deep reverie. In the blink of an eye, Mr. Di Huanran, hailed as "China’s first cliff diver" and a Guinness World Record holder, had already nimbly ascended the cliff with agile steps. Forty years of unwavering dedication—he has woven an immortal epic for the magnificent Jingpo Lake with his life and passion!

The verdant peaks embrace a lake,

The beauty in red gauze washes the silk garments.

The legend of Bohai Danqing lives on,

Now the Flying Man continues his journey.

Thousands of years of vicissitudes, hundreds of years of great changes, decades of waiting, and a few seconds of favor have condensed the most profound brilliance in life!

Amazed, I thought of finding the painter uncle from back then to add a flying figure from Jingpo Lake to the kangqin's artwork!