Early in the morning, the sound of twittering music came into my ears. Singing so clearly, so loud and clear, so beautiful and beautiful. The musician bird has composed a beautiful song for nature that is so evocative.
The wind brushed my cheeks, and the air was filled with a scent of flowers. The strong fragrance of the flowers attracted me, I followed the fragrance of the flowers, but I came to the world of flowers in the fairy tale! Here the colorful butterflies dance, bees are so happy that they sing while dancing the unique "8" shape. A gust of wind, the favorite flowers and dancers butterflies dance together, is so beautiful. The flowers performed a beautiful dance for nature.
In nature, the trees were rustled by the mischievous wind. The grass was colorful and connected piece by piece, racing through a carpet of flowers woven by skillful hands, alive, natural and harmonious. It's beautiful!
Not far away, the river clattered. The breeze blew gently, the surface of the water rippled gently, like someone quietly shaking the turquoise silk. The entire surface of the crystal-clear creek was as green as emerald and as bright as jade.
Ah! What a beautiful nature! As long as we pay attention, we will be able to see the unique beauty of nature.
One day in early fall, I went to the park with my parents and entered the boundless nature.
As soon as I entered the park, I could see from afar many golden-yellow ginkgo leaves, overlapping and crowded together, as if a few yellow butterflies crowded together to keep each other warm. Nearby is a cluster of beautiful chrysanthemums, red like a passionate flame, white better than the swan's feathers, orange like the sky haze. One by one, a group of colorful, beautiful. Into the chrysanthemums, a burst of fresh chrysanthemum aroma, gently breathing, so that I am refreshed.
Turning around, a tall and straight tree came into my eyes, its thick branches and trunks how strong and powerful; its dense leaves still retained the colors of spring, a yellow and a green with the ginkgo tree previously seen in stark contrast. The magic of nature's paintbrush really makes me admire it
Far away is a paradise of persimmon trees, many small persimmons have hung all over the branches, like countless green dolls who do not know what they are doing. A gust of wind gently brushed past, the leaves issued a rustling sound, the little dolls in the enthusiastic beckoning and nodding, as if in the invitation to our guests who came from afar.
This time I went to the park, I appreciated a lot of plants, grew insight. This time into the nature, let me more love and cherish the environment around me.