Part 1: The Secret Garden
It's really nice and beautiful here, climbing up the steep slope and walking into the campus. There are African anemones to lead the way for us, a thick banyan tree to meet us, turn a corner, and another surprise, there is a trickle of fine water, lotus flower embellishments, the elegance of the small bridge, of which the small bridge is my secret base.
In the small bridge, you can hear the sound of water trickling, birds singing, butterflies flapping their wings, as if they were in the rainforest. When it rains, you are not alone at all, because the little frogs will come out, with the sound of ticking, to form a recital, I became one with them, and lightly embarked on a perfect journey. On this journey, you can forget all your worries and enjoy the beauty of nature, the fine water, the sun, the music, the freedom and the life.
I named it "The Secret Garden of Perfection". I often sit with my classmates next to the bridge, talking to each other, laughing and joking, but also for the quiet campus, adding a few happy atmosphere. My secret base, always bring me a lot of power, he seems to have a kind of magic, make all the things in the world become beautiful.
Part II: My Secret Garden
The brown cabin in front of me, standing serenely in this turquoise turf; the cabin's surroundings, there is no place without tall trees and colorful flowers and grasses around, and then to the far away, it is a gloomy vast forest, in this forest, there is an unknown secret! ......
In the morning, I went out for a walk, and just as I was about to return to the cabin, my eyes looked towards the vast and boundless forest, and instantly, my curiosity sucked me into the forest like a magnet. Halfway through the walk, the charming aroma of the nose, follow the aroma of the walk, actually reached a beautiful dreamy garden.
This small garden, colorful, is expected to show a bright smile to the sun orange sunflowers; there are low-key display of the beauty of the various colors of roses; and general wild common yellow flowers, each of which can not get tired of seeing. Strangely enough, in the center of this wonderful garden, there was a small, pink-painted wooden chair, small and stable, which did not spoil the beauty at all. I carefully walked up and slowly sat down, looking out from here, the whole garden's beautiful scenery, looking at the garden, smelling all kinds of flowers, my heart seems to be in a deep sleep, so peaceful ......
In the future, I will definitely go to the garden every day, to feel this kind of being surrounded by the fragrance of the flowers of the ease, even though this Even though this small garden has been isolated from the outside world for many years, there is not a trace of strange feeling here. Sitting on this small chair, the soul will be taken care of and comforted. How about, I will be in the company of this earthly paradise, into the dreamland ......
Part 3: Secret Garden
"Help! Help! Doraemon come save me!" My brother and I immersed in the world of cartoons, this time, the bathroom is coming from the father a burst of urging sound, my brother and I are staring at the TV, choose to revel in the cartoon magic under the unwilling to wake up to the father's orders turned a deaf ear until the TV screen is blank, only reluctantly staggered towards the bathroom.
It's so annoying, I wonder what magic weapon Doraemon will come up with to save Nobita? And what punishment will Fat Tiger receive? It's so annoying! Every time you see the most exciting time, Dad came to turn off the TV, although a hundred times reluctant, but also had to take off the clothes, threw a full floor into the bathroom. Smear on the soap, slowly take a bath.
Dad said I was "slow Langzhong", my brother moved quickly and hastily washed at once. When I finally washed the body, immediately joined the battlefield - the big bathtub. My brother has long been playing not happy, after I joined the battle, the situation immediately changed, look at my RuLaiShenPalm, thunderbolt chain leg, ninjutsu invisibility ......, all of a sudden the younger brother to beat a flurry of water, lousy, and often beg for scratching, and sometimes we will also race diving, or the body lotion, shampoo, detergent mixed together, blowing out the super bubble, and sometimes the battle situation, the younger brother will also be a competition. The battle was so intense that the toilet paper was turned into a bag of heavy wet wipes, and water dripping from the bathroom ceiling was a common occurrence. When my dad repeatedly called out to the brothers to leave the bathroom, we reluctantly left my brother's and my secret garden.
On the table was my favorite egg fried rice, and my brother's favorite soup noodles, both of which we wanted to eat after the bath, and it was a very happy night, thinking, "I'll see you tomorrow! My secret garden."
Article 4: Secret Garden
No one knew that she had a secret garden. It was in a tiny corner of the backyard of her home, where she planted her favorite roses with her own hands and watched the seeds germinate, grow slowly, and blossom into flowers, filling her heart with joy and happiness.
In the secret garden, casual walks, smell the flowers, during the day just look at the blue sky, and at night you can count the stars, it is a relaxing and cozy thing? As long as in the secret garden, she will forget all the troubles.
Even if she is scolded by her mom and dad, she will hold back her grievances and run to the garden when her mom and dad are not paying attention, cry and scream, and she will no longer feel so bad.
She brought her most intimate good friends, also brought this secret garden. They share the fragrance of the flowers together, and share their hearts together.
Because of this secret garden, she became so cheerful, more and more love to smile!
Part 5: The Secret Garden
In the villa area of my neighborhood, there is a long and narrow stone corridor that leads to a big garden. This big garden looks ordinary and unnoticeable, but it has different scenery all year round.
In the spring, it should be March to grow new branches of the willow tree early spit out tender green leaves, can not wait to report to the people of the happy news of the arrival of the spring girl. Somehow, the new willow is like the `commander of the garden, a show of delicate new buds, the other flowers and plants can not restrain their excitement, reach out a small hand, open the doors and windows of the new year, curiously looking at the world. Pink, white, rosy red, magnolia flowers one after another to stretch their beautiful body. Moonflower, rose, jasmine, lilac, all kinds of flowers compete to open. Have not seen, can not name a variety of flowers, for the community to add a touch of bright colors.
Finally, through the color slowly darkening thermometer, summer is coming. Lotus girl was the first to feel the arrival of summer, gently dusted off the soil on the body, so that the pink and white petals in the water flow. Then came the peony, a hint of yellow hidden between the pale pink petals, like a little girl, shyly listening to the sounds of nature among the green leaves. During the day, the frogs are no longer seen, and at night, they run concerts with the crickets, accompanying the flowers to sleep.
Autumn came to us with light footsteps, wiping the maple leaves red, patting off the leaves, and letting the grass bend over. The golden chrysanthemums are opening up, osmanthus has changed its short style in the past, in the many fading flowers appear particularly beautiful. At this time, a habitual autumn wind blowing, the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus into my nose, in a moment, I feel refreshed, relaxed and happy.
The sun's rays slowly disappeared from our eyes, and the last season of the year, winter, ran happily into my neighborhood. Wearing a thick down coat, I came to the garden, most of the flowers are "hibernation", only two flowers left, in the cold wind standing, they are the plum and camellia. The camellia's delicate flowers are very eye-catching in the air filled with icy fog, and the simple yellow color of the plum flower also makes people's eyes bright and refreshing.
My neighborhood, although not as magnificent as the Huangguoshu Waterfalls, not as beautiful as Nanshan Mountain, but in my eyes, this "secret garden" year-round scenery, is the most beautiful!
Part 6: Secret Garden Dreams
The afternoon is lazy, without the mystery of the morning, the morning of the vitality. The center of the district is a pond, small, is the center of the children's activities and the place where the big moms dance, or some young women holding the child to sneak around the place, and more down to cool the old man sitting on the edge of the pool.
There is a stone bridge over the pond, actually a few square stones set in the bottom of the pond, people can stride across. The bridge and then past is a rockery, the steel has been exposed, there are kittens live in it, the mountain in front of the sign hanging prohibit climbing. The back of the rockery is no longer visited, it is a green space sandwiched between the rockery and a residential building, with small-leafed poplars and rhododendrons planted on the outside, and the inside is very cluttered with things that look like large aloe vera and coconut trees.
That green space was against the wigwam and edged by the building. Being surrounded by a ring of shrubs, it was as if the inside was separated from the rest of the world, quiet and relaxing. It was cluttered with plants, bare of large chunks of dirt, and also blocked from sunlight by the broad leaves of the plants overhead that looked like banana trees or coconut trees. It was a corner that didn't even know sunlight.
The children know, they coincidentally kept this secret, even the usual quarrels and quarrels as if the two poles of the two enemies, once encountered about it, suddenly seem to pass each other electrodes, there is a tacit understanding, never mention. I naturally know that it is the children's secret garden.
It's frozen.
The cars parked outside were covered with a loose layer of ice, crushed ice. The large aloe-like plants in the green space have also accumulated a lot of thin ice in their centers. Every now and then, the kids love to pick a red flower and put it on the crushed ice inside; they call it an ice sparkler. They thought the Ice Spark was as innocent as they were and were willing to share their secret garden with it. There were no flowers in the secret garden, and Ice Spark was the first.
The next day, the ice had mostly melted, and the petals of the Ice Spark, held in the center, were wet with water, soft and drooping. The children knew that every year the ice sparkler they had chosen would wither the next day, and they thought it had gone to heaven. So they waited for the next snowy winter with this heavenly secret in mind.
In the summer, a raucous cicada chirped from the banana tree, sharp and piercing. The children come to the secret garden pinching the rotting planks quietly removed from the broken bench. They chatted on their pillows and sat on the planks to play games. It is quiet inside, and the noise outside is kept away by the bushes, which are the guardians of the secret garden.
Grown-ups don't care for such places. Children whose clothes get dirty from the dirt inevitably scream and make a lot of noise, and aren't too happy to have them there. The place has secretly become a child's playground. But for the children, they prefer to go to this "dirty and ugly" place to chat, do their homework, rather than in the air-conditioned room to build boring blocks, watching those old cartoons.
The kitten's mother has disappeared, and she is hiding in the bushes. The child feeds it a ham sausage or two at the end of the school day and brings it to the secret garden to play. The child's secret garden became the secret garden of the little animal again. The kitten is well behaved and cute, and the children love it.
A large part of the secret garden was hydrangeas, which have since been cut back a lot. As if the whole airtight place was cut a mouth, anyone can come in, the heart is no longer solid. Then the children stopped coming, and they were no longer children. Every day they want to come here to see, the heavy schoolbag on their body makes them give up.
The happy times in here are a child's dream, held in the hand, yearning for the blue sky. The secret of the secret garden is the children's childhood.