? Around five o'clock on a summer afternoon, the bright sun shines in the sky. The quiet side of the grove, a brilliant golden chrysanthemum into the eyes, a dozen or so about three or four centimeters wide petals slightly drooping, like satin smooth, the middle of the bulge of a round brown ball. I stopped to be attracted by it, by its golden color, by its vigorous vitality.
? Pinecone chrysanthemums and golden chrysanthemums are like a pair of twin sisters. The pinkish-purple pine cone chrysanthemums have thinner petals than the golden chrysanthemums, but when they are crowded and lively around the staggered steps, one layer, two layers, three layers, forming the shape of the three English letters "L", its exuberance amazes the people's eyeballs.
? Along the side of the red wooden steps down, with the wind on the fence, the lake in the middle of a piece of unknown water plants stand, the color to the bottom up, from greenish white transition to emerald green, the tip of the grass is floating in a hazy purple. Breeze blowing, their graceful body always makes people think of, picking Nymphoids of the lady, in the water side of the beauty, you must also love this beautiful lake, right? Around the watercress lying a water lily, some buds to be released, some small lotus micro dew, some pavilion, "Jiangnan can pick lotus, lotus leaves He Tian Tian. Fish play between the lotus leaves ...... "In a trance, as if in the water town of Jiangnan, dense in the hazy vapor, doing a rainbow dream.
? The river is both carved and neat stone bank, there are also high and low bends to let nature of the strange stone. Walking along the bank, I once wandered in the Ye old for Suzhou Garden in the preface. Compared with the Suzhou Garden, this is a small thing, but has a rough appreciation of the charm of the garden, but also more realized that Ye old "master of language" reputation is really well deserved.
? Looking at the dog's tail grass, childhood memories will be awakened. Mom's hands, fingers up and down fluttering between, a small rabbit with a dog tail grass tied into a vivid show in front of me. So, at that time, I saw the dog's tail grass will love, plant after plant, collect a large handful, sent to the hands of my mother. I never thought that there was a wolf's tail grass that was softer and fluffier than the dog's tail grass. Its color is beautiful, slightly pink dotted with light green, like a shy girl charming.
? A small snail slowly crawling, I held my breath, lest I scare it. It still found my presence, silently towards the narrow gap to escape, leaving behind a transparent mucus. One circle, two circles, three circles, what an exquisite shell! Careful you notice, its small tentacles in a little bit to the long extension it. The soft neck exposed its fragility, my heart rose a trace of pity.
? More than once I have lingered here. I love the blooming flowers here: alstroemeria, abundant flowering moon season, cut flower roses ...... I love the high and low herbaceous plants here: pearl plum, forest sage, golden branch acacia, maple tree ...... I love the fat wasps ambling on the cauliflower, the neatly arranged line of Tree-climbing ants, and the caterpillar that stretches dominantly across the center of the road ......
? Here is the world of flowers, the kingdom of trees, the paradise of insects, but also people recreation, cultivation of the "peach".
? At the entrance, a grandfather holding a one-meter bamboo brush, dipped in water, on the cement floor, the pen walks snake. The children marveled and admired the beauty of calligraphy. "Try it", some children shyly hide back, two or three children lifted the brush, a stroke, religiously writing their family name. The charm of calligraphy infected the children like rain.
? In the open space on the other side of the lawn, the Peking Opera enthusiasts had a good time. Heavy oil paint, brightly colored costumes, up the orchid finger, no light, but more grounded. I was completely theater illiterate, could not understand which play was being sung, and naturally did not know what role I was playing. "I'm just a playwright, always in other people's stories, shedding my own tears", Xi Murong's "Playwright" suddenly popped into my head. Theater is like life, life is like a play, but the game of life is not to be taken.
? A quantity of red tricycle steadily drove over, driving the old grandfather with a smile, friendly look at passers-by. The car is sitting behind his old partner. The setting sun's afterglow shines on her face, and her eyes are also smiling. "The hand of his son and his son to grow old with him" is never the romance of the Book of Songs, it is the collision and fusion of real life, and then together with the ordinary companion to old age.
? On both sides of the river, people in green vests bent over and pulled weeds. They are all about sixty years old. It is very meaningful for them to do some labor that their bodies can withstand, earn some money to subsidize their families, and then talk to their old sisters about their parents.
? Unconsciously, the melody of the dance, the melodious singing, the melodious saxophone, people's laughter disappeared in the ear. Twilight, birds return to the forest, the crowd dispersed, the place is as quiet as a solidified picture. Soon, the lights came on, and after a short period of tranquility, there was more hustle and bustle.
? This is the Yandi Wetland Park. The world of flowers, the kingdom of trees, the paradise of insects, but also people recreation, cultivation of the "peach".
Wen \ Nichuan Middle School Cui Lihua
Finally summer vacation, a period of time because of busy work did not bother to exercise, immunity decline, colds began to frequent me. So, the first item of my summer vacation plan is to run in the morning.
At six o'clock in the morning, I went downstairs and pushed open the door of the flat, a unique smell of grass and trees after the rain rushed into the nose. Deep breath, really comfortable! The small square downstairs is quiet, seems to be only flowers in the gently swaying. The heart a burst of satisfaction: I got up really early! It seems that today's morning exercise song will be played by me!
Moving my body, I began to jog. The gentle wind caresses the ear, like a violin bow across the strings, the morning exercise song soothing tune began to rise. Running around the corner, a couple of badminton into the eyes, the original early rise more than one of me. The agile jumping figure, the air bouncing badminton like a happy note bouncing into the song.
The first lap is about to finish, and there are more notes in the happy tune. A sturdy father with a thirteen or fourteen-year-old little fat running in front of me. While the dad's pace was brisk and strong, the little fatty looked a bit overwhelmed and shuffled his feet. Dad ran while instructing: "pay attention to the rhythm of breathing, footsteps raised point ......" really a strict coach ah!
Next to the open space on a slim lady is jumping rope, running through only heard a whine of the rope, eyes can only see a shadow. It seems that the technology is very skillful, should be adhering to exercise for a long time, good body may be so practiced out of it! At that moment, my morning running motivation is more sufficient.
On the trail in front of us, an older woman is patiently walking her family's pet dog. The round puppy is very cute, but also mischievous. East sniffing west sniffing, from time to time on the stop forward. Whenever this happens, the older sister will coax the child like: "Quickly go, if you do not go will leave you ah!" After saying this, she even turned her back and pretended to walk a few steps. Let people do not feel smile.
By the end of the second lap, the morning song was getting higher and higher, with more and more notes coming into the song. There are two pairs of old people playing tennis on the small square there, and two or three figures exercising on the sports equipment, and from time to time I encountered the same morning runners or walkers on my way to run. It seems that the people who pay attention to exercise is really a lot of it!
After four laps, I walked to the small square and started stretching. At this time, the small square and a lot of figures, lively. A few older women followed the music and danced, some dancing beautifully, some slightly rusty, but all are smiling. A lady in the corner is wearing headphones and following the cell phone video for exercise, one move at a time, meticulous. The father and son we saw during the first lap also finished their run and started practicing jumping rope again. Still the son learns, the father teaches, the son learns seriously, the father teaches patiently. Runners and walkers were coming to this small square one after another, so there were greetings, greetings and chats. The morning exercise song at this time into the climax, really a vibrant morning ah!
After stretching, I was ready to go home and cook. The people in the small square also began to go home one after another, and the morning exercise song thus came to an end. But everyone involved in playing this song is full of energy, happy mood. Just as the sound lingers around the beam, the whole day will not stop! The day began with vigor!
Ah! I love morning exercise!
Ah, I love morning exercise!