spring

I put a three-day holiday on the Ching Ming Festival, and I was unable to sit still at the good time. After deliberation, our family decided to go to the Summer Palace.

When I didn't get to the door, I saw the 17-hole bridge far away. The bridge was very crowded, and people were moving like dense ants. I can't wait to urge my father to drive faster and arrive sooner.

As soon as I stopped, I immediately jumped out of the car and ran to the door. We walked along the lake. After a long walk, we found a bench to sit down. The Kunming Lake in front of it sparkles, reflecting the arrival of the sun, and swaying my eyes. The row of tall and straight weeping willows on the shore, the long branches hang down to the lake, the wicker is very soft, and it flutters in the wind. Looking far away, I saw that the willow branches and the willow branches were intertwined, like a touch of light green gauze, quiet and elegant.

The wind here is also extremely fickle. Sometimes like the mother's hand stroking you, sometimes like a violent drunkard, destroying everything in front of it. The spring breeze is a typical "two-faced faction". At the beginning, it showed the "gentleman" grace, letting the lake ripple in the air, disturbing the calmness of the lake, and making the lake surface a dynamic beauty. The birds laughed at the weakness of the wind, and it smiled. Suddenly, it vented the grievances and anger in the heart, stirred up the waves, and the tourists on the boat screamed loudly; it hadn’t played enough yet - it went to the buds of the willow tree, The dust blew through the sky, and we got a straight cough, licking our nose and mouth and squinting our eyes. We ran under a pavilion before we escaped the wind.

The wind gradually stopped, and my dad and I walked over the Jade Bridge and came to the West Bank. Here, the peach trees are everywhere, and after the violent invasion of the wind, the fall of the trees, the green tree-lined path becomes pink. Looking at the west bank from the other side, the piece of peach forest is like a strip of winter powder; when you look closer, the blossoming peach blossoms sway the white petals, and you are looking at it unexpectedly! On the ground, there is a peach blossom, "may be blown away." I thought, picking up the flower branch, ready to bring it back, "Be a souvenir." I told my father. Dad opened the bag, I carefully put this spring elf into the bag, for fear of damaging the natural beauty...

Spring is unique and worthy of our commemoration. When you go to the park, don't forget to pick up a leaf, a flower, let the spring of the present, let today's spring stay in our memory!

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