Park spring

Everyone says that the autumn of the park is very beautiful, but the spring is also very beautiful.

Today, I went to the park to see the flowers in the garden: red as fire, white as snow, blue as water, powder like Xia. Colorful! You see: The diversity of willows reminds me of "the jasper makeup is a tree high, and the vines are hanging down."

The frogs sing on the lake, the small fish dances, and the pipa play; there are several birds singing in the sky: some are solo, and some are chorus. How beautiful! A good concert! Ginkgo and sycamore trees bid farewell to the winter grandfather ushered in the spring girl, a few children playing.

The top of the rockery is still crowded with people, some reading books, some watching the scenery, some eating snacks, how fascinating! People chat on the road, the breeze blows them, and laughs and songs come from time to time.

This is the spring park, not at all worse than the fall.

Third grade: Wang Yaning