blowing bubbles

On Sunday, the sun was exceptionally bright and the weather was exceptionally sunny. My friends and I happily came to the old palace Bihai Park to blow bubbles.

We are three groups, five groups. I held the blowpipe in one hand and the soaking water in the other. I used a blowpipe to pour some water and forced out a few big bubbles. Some of the other little friends are blowing their heads, some are blowing their faces, others are running, laughing and chasing bubbles. In a short while, there were many bubbles in the sky, big, small, round, long, some like gourds and some like pearls. The colors of the bubbles are various, and there are light yellow, reddish, dark blue, beautiful and beautiful.

Bubbles drifted into the sky with the wind, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther, flying over the treetops, flying over the roof, flying into the blue sky, flying to the sun, with our happiness, flying with our ideals to the distance.

Second Grade of the Second Country of East Highlands, Fengtai District, Beijing: Lin Zibo