As soon as I heard pictures of hordes of thick countless flamingos in the mind of Lake Nakuru. We went to the dry season. There were not so many flamingos in the lake as we thought, but this was enough to make us feel shocked. The day I visited Nakura was surprisingly good: the cloud on the horizon was the line that the plane crossed and pulled out. In the morning the sun was already very bright, but the temperature was not high. We stood in the car and breathed fresh air through the lumen in the roof. It was so nice. At the gates of the park, I saw a monkey get into a jeep and steal a banana. The owner quickly ran back and drove off the monkey. Only then did the owner discover that the owner was also a family of three, a Chinese. After talking for a while, I found out that my father has been working in the Congo for over ten years. His mother is in Qinghai. His son is a graduate student in Beijing. He will graduate this year. He will take his mother to Africa to reunite with his fathe