It’s beautiful here.

On Saturday, we went to the park together, and the sunny sun shone in the park.

In the park, the chrysanthemums gradually opened up, and the golden light shone in the sunlight. The leaves in the park turned yellow. A gust of wind blew, and the leaves floated like butterflies. After a while, they fell.

We came to the statue again and wanted to leave a shadow. There are elephants, triceratops... all statues. I climbed up. I have a picture, I like it very much.

We came to the side of the stone, the sun made us sweat, I bought a piece of ice, it was not so hot. We saw another big windmill, and it was slowly moving. I touched it. He was still unhappy. It was not easy for me to push a little bit to push a little bit.

We came to the place where the flowers were planted. The chrysanthemums had many colors, red like fire, yellow like gold... I stood there taking pictures of my mother, and I found him a picture. We will go home.

It’s beautiful here.