The other day, I went to the park and was y attracted by the scenery there.
I came to the lake first. The surface of the lake was sparkling under the sunlight, as if it was sprinkled with countless pieces of silver. The lake was so clear, reflecting the shadows of the trees around the lake, the mountains, and me. It is also really green! Like a flawless emerald set in the park. At this time, there is no wind on the lake, that lake is so quiet, like a big mirror.
Lively small fish swim around in the water. They were in the water for a while, spitting out a string of water bubbles, a moment to dive into the bottom of the water, as if playing hide-and-seek with us. Shortly afterward, they swam back to the boat, giggling at the side of the boat. I really wanted to reach out and grab a small fish, but as soon as I did, they naughtily slipped through my fingers.
Look! The lake swam a group of ducklings, they sometimes open their wings, keep flapping, as if dancing Swan Lake; sometimes craned their necks, combing their feathers to the lake, as if looking in the mirror; sometimes gawked at the trees and mountains around the lake, as if they were also attracted by the beauty of the scenery, and were composing poems!
I sat on the boat, admiring the beauty of the two sides of the lake, the boat drifted on the lake, leaving a water wave on the stern. I appreciate the beauty of both sides of the lake, as if I had walked into a continuous scroll. It is really "boat on the blue wave, people in the painting swim".
There are rows and rows of tall willow trees along the riverbank. They have drawn out their tender branches. The willow is thin and long, low-hanging to the lake, a gust of wind Buddha, the willow girl will play the "strings", and then there are a few birds suddenly fly down, and the melodious "piano" dance.
The left bank of the lake has an arch-shaped alabaster bridge. It is white, small and chic. From a distance, it looks like a jade belt on the lake. Standing on the bridge, the beautiful scenery as far as the eye can see, as if walking into the fairyland.
On the east bank of the lake there is a large flower bed, the flowers in the bed of a thousand colors, beautiful flowers. There are red cockscomb flowers; there are purple butterfly flowers; there are yellow moon flowers. Some of them are still flower bones, full of almost cracked; some just opened a few petals; as if the shy little girl; some of them all open, they are more than one colorful, one more than one beautiful, can be described as a hundred flowers compete. A burst of flower fragrance fragrant nose, butterflies fluttering in the bushes, as if also intoxicated by the fragrance of the flowers.
There is a small pavilion on the hillside, which has ancient colors and carved beams. The red beams and green roof are carved with figures, animals, flowers and other patterns, all of which are lifelike.
There is also a lotus pond in the park. The dark green lotus leaves are crowded one by one, occupying the whole pond. The lotus leaves are large, like a jasper disk, on which rolls the crystal clear dewdrops. In the hot summer, they piece of spirit to guard the flowers. Lotus leaves green and not monotonous, not a flavor, not a kind of sentiment. Their green is not distinct, but set off the clarity of the water, the flower's delicate. Lotus show its face, pink soft, white pure, yellow delicate. The fragrance of the flowers, refreshing, a breeze, a pool of lotus dancing with the wind, like the lotus fairy landed on earth.
The scenery in the park is so beautiful! This tour is really unforgettable.