Part I
Sending away the fruitfulness of autumn, ushering in the cold of winter. Winter came, and a flurry of snowflakes fell from the sky and drifted down to every corner of the city.
The next day the sun rose from the sky, a group of children wearing coats, wrapped in scarves and hats ran happily into the park.
Into the park, the park scene has changed. Everywhere is a blank slate, birds chirping pleasantly, bare trees, tree branches by the snow bent waist. The evergreen trees also put on a thick white coat, even the lake has a thin layer of ice, only the plum blossom is still open in the winter despite the cold, the fragrance of the park in all corners.
Look! On the square, the grandmother jumped in a happy square dance. In the woods, the old grandfather leisurely playing tai chi.
Look, the winter park is really beautiful and lively!
Part 2
On Sunday, my mom and I went to the park. The park in summer is different from the park in winter. In the park in summer, there are a lot of green grass and some beautiful flowers, while in the park in winter, the beautiful flowers are all gone and the green grass has withered. However, the park in winter has its charm.
Into the park, the first thing I saw was the surface of the bare but proudly standing poplar tree, there are many different sizes and shapes of big eyes on the trunk, they are smiling at us. Continuing along the path, I saw a hill with no green, and only when I walked up the hill did I find a little bit of green. The trees in the distance look like flames when you look down from the hillside.
Then my mom said, "It's time to go home." On the way down the mountain, I saw the grass that is not afraid of the cold and the upright pines and clusters and clusters of holly, they stood against the cold wind and sent green vitality to the winter earth. I also saw some people winter swimming, they swim in the open pool, not afraid of the cold.
The park in winter is as beautiful as the park in summer!
Part II
I love the spring when the flowers bloom, I love the summer when the leaves are full of branches, I love the fall when the fruits are full of fruits, and I love the winter when the snow falls.
You see, other flowers in the park have been withered only that the plum blossom still stand in the cold wind, really "no flower attitude, all the snow spirit."
The grass by the river is covered with a layer of thick snowflakes, as if to "hibernate" grass covered with a thick and warm quilt.
The row of holly trees on the side of the meadow is still standing there like a liberation army uncle, guarding the park's flowers and trees, guarding the whole park.
Those people who are not afraid of the cold, have come out of their homes to the park, some in the exercise, some in the sports, some in the walk, some in the winter scenery, and some in the pile of snowmen, playing the snow staff ......
I love the park in winter, because it is the world of the brave.