Spring Blooms, Visiting the Garden and Viewing the Scenery
Spending the winter, people look forward to the spring with hope, progress, and upward strength. It is the return of the mountains and rivers' flowers and trees with green bringing vitality, allowing hikers to wander in an ocean of 'green,' enjoying one sight, one sound, one book, and one poem, stepping out a sense of playful interest and serene contentment.
This season, spring blossoms and everything revives, with warm sunshine reflecting on your face as you travel onward, entering this large park, and seeing the crowds of people relaxing. This park is truly a good place to go for a spring outing.
Following the riverside path, we see willows sprouting tender green leaves, with small flower buds in the middle of the leaves resembling miniature corn cobs, bending the willow branches to the waist. The wildflowers on both sides of the road are also flourishing with greenery, growing long and pointed leaves, with raindrops reflecting on the leaves, making the air feel fresh and sweet.
At this moment, I suddenly realized that on the east side of the mountain, a winding stream flows. The water is crystal clear, reflecting the surrounding tender grass and small trees. Gazing at this beauty, I thought to myself: 'Spring is so beautiful!' Thinking about it, I wrote a poem:
March sunshine is blue,
Mountains are already covered with sparse evergreen trees.
If the tender grass has not yet emerged,
Only the spring breeze can wake it up.
Spring is the beginning of the year, we should grow strong like the little grass, in this spring.
Behind the park is a unique pavilion, in this park's highest point, standing in the pavilion, looking east towards the amusement park, this scene is like a beautiful oil painting, after exiting the pavilion we walked to the southeast corner of the fish pond, this pavilion and the crowds are feeding fish, the fish are swarming in the water looking for food.
Mountain flowers are not enough to be flamboyant, wild grasses are not enough to be abundant, but they give people the desire to live, regardless of the ravines, mountain peaks, or sandbanks, they all live so strongly. The principle of adaptation and survival explains it so clearly, making people admire it, and involuntarily respect it!
Year after year, spring colors, year after year willow colors, the fluctuating hearts of things are not all the same. The willow tree on the riverbank has experienced countless winds, snow, and rain, it seems to have been carved into emerald jade, permeated in the lake, and then returned to calm, this emerald color gradually solidified into eternity, when again gazing, the ripples caused by the willow fluff blown by the wind splashing on the water, only a faint smile on the face. The noisy dust and wind, the impermanent rain, can have such quiet and unchanging heart, is how courageous and happy.
