The spirituality of Cambridge lies in a river; I dare say that He Kang is the most beautiful water in the world. The name of this river is Granta, and there is another river called Kifkan. There may be a difference between bunk beds, I'm not sure. The river twists and turns. Upstream is the famous Byron Pool, where Byron once played. There is an old village called Grande, and there is an orchard.
You can drink tea in the shade of peaches and plums, flowers and fruits will fall into your teacup, and birds will come to your table to peck. It's a world of difference.
This is upstream; Downstream comes down from chesterton, and the river spreads out, which is the place for boating competitions in spring and summer. There is a dam at the boundary between upstream and downstream, and the water is very urgent. Listening to the sound of water under the starlight, listening to the bells near the village, and listening to the sounds of tired cattle and grass by the river are the most mysterious things in my Cambridge experience: the beauty and tranquility of nature, tuned in the tacit understanding of starlight and waves, accidentally drowned your soul.