Oh, spring

Hey, spring and spring in March, everything recovers. On a bright afternoon, I went to Liushu Bay with my mother. While riding a bicycle, I was stunned by the little tune, and with the gentle wind of March in the ear, it was really pleasant. Willow Bay, a place that rarely goes. But this went to my mind: it was a really good place. There is a big parking lot first, and many flower beds around it are filled with brightly colored pansies, tender and tender. I rushed inside quickly, wow! There is a lake, rows of willows, and a strawberry garden. First came to the lake, the shadow of the sunset fell on the lake, the breeze blowing, but also sparkling. The lake is not clear, it is a very deep but not turbid color, can not see the head. There was a hillside next to it, and the slanting rows were covered with weeping willows. When the spring breeze blows, the buds of the willows flew up. The wicker is thin and long, and some fall on the edge of the lake, floating a blooming halo, like a blooming flower. The willow tree is squatting, like a girl playing around the river, the wind blowing, her long hair fluttering, it blows into the river, fascinating. There is a wooden bridge on the lake, which is very narrow, about one meter. The color is very impressive and antique. I wandered on this promenade, occasionally having a breeze. The scenery in front of us is also beautiful and full of vitality. Going to the strawberry garden, the leaves are growing out, but the strawberry is still nowhere to be found. The leaves are young and green, which is really reminiscent of the big, sweet strawberry. There is a big piece of land over there, not only strawberries, but also many small wild flowers. Just at your feet. A cluster of clusters, from afar, pink, purple, blue. It is like a multicolored star in the sky, and it is like a gem. These flowers are small, but if you look closely, you can discover how special its structure is, and you are far from losing to the rich peony. Her beauty is so low-key and modest. The spring breeze----opened the buds of the weeping willows on the lakeside and blew the ordinary flowers on the roadside. It has also been blown away, and it belongs to our young age and flowers. Hey, spring.

First day: sleep listening to wind and rain