Spring is beautiful, and the park is even more beautiful in spring. See, today, my mom and I went to the park.
As soon as we entered the park, I smelled a faint fragrance, which turned out to be flowers blooming. There are pink peach blossoms, snow-white begonias, and golden-yellow spring flowers, colorful, really nice. Tender green grass drilled out of the ground, the willow tree's willow fluttering in the wind, it reminds me of the Tang Dynasty poet He Zhizhang's poem: I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, the February spring breeze is like scissors.
The ice in the lake melted, the lake water is crystal clear, the fish swam in groups in the water, and now and then also jumped out of the water, as if dancing. Not far away there are two wild ducks floating on the water surface, and sometimes also put their heads into the water, as if foraging for food.