Before the eighteenth century, Hyde Park was the deer hunting farm of the British king. Going in from the southeast, many socialites back then enjoyed riding a horse. The wind in the early spring was mixed with a hint of cold, blowing on the face, fresh air rushing to the face. I saw a horse path straight ahead in the shade of the tree, and the sun shot through the leaves with beams of warm sunlight. Occasionally, two horsewoman rides passing by handsomely, looking carefully in the forest, a little furry squirrel. It flashed past, using bread to make it stay for a while. Through the woods and lawns. Coming to the winding and narrow Jiuqu Lake, swans and wild ducks have a vast territory, and without the interruption of cruise ships and tourists, they are allowed to dance on the clear lake, showing noble elegance to the fullest. Fog really wants to see the swans, feed the squirrels, spend the day in a daze, and comprehend the artistic conception of Tony Leung going to Paris to see the pigeons.
Awesome park if it’s good weather. Sometimes they have huge music festivals, with lots of artists and food. Try to catch one of them.
Hyde Park is great for a walk or bike ride. If you can find it, search out the Italian water fountains. Absolutely stunning!