In spring, the willows in the South Lake sprouted, and at that time I thought of He Zhizhang's poem "Winging the Willow": jasper is made into a tall tree, ten thousand stripes hang down the green silk tapestry. I don't know who cuts out the fine leaves, but the February spring breeze is like scissors. South Lake spring flowers bloomed like a golden trumpet, although it is not as colorful as the moonflower, jasmine, chrysanthemum colorful, but it is the messenger of spring.
Summer, the South Lake lotus bloom, white lotus looks very pure, yellow lotus looks very noble, pink lotus looks very lovely. Some of the lotus buds like a shy little girl. Some lotus flowers only unfolded two or three petals. Some of them are all unfolded like a lovely smiling face. South Lake willow trees like a big umbrella, umbrella under the people are son ah there to cool, very leisurely.
Autumn, the South Lake willow leaves yellow, the wind blew leaves from the trees down, like a dancing butterfly in the trees and trees fluttering between, and the path paved with a golden carpet.
Winter, the South Lake Park, snow-covered everywhere into a world of powder. On the ice, some children are skating, some in the pile of snowmen, some in the snowball fight, so lively.
South Lake Park is beautiful, I love South Lake!