Summer, grass to the lawn put on a new green dress, the color of the trees has long been by the tender green into a deep green, the wind blew, the square like wearing green clothes of the little girl in the dance. The small fish in the pond swim more happily in the water, as if to jump out of the water to see the fragrant and charming lotus.
The cool fall gave the square a yellow sweater, yellow leaves fluttered down, like a dancing butterfly. The chrysanthemums in the garden compete with each other, red as fire, pink like haze, white like snow, beautiful.
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One Sunday morning, the golden wind sends a refreshing, bustling city is still immersed in the quiet of the dawn color, I came to the nearby Fuxing Park with my family to take a walk.
Walking into the park gate, the first thing that comes to mind is the yellow leaves, tall French sycamores, lost the green leaves of the past, the shade of the ramp style, showing a few points of dashing and thin to remind people of hobbling old people. Trees from time to time falling pieces of yellow leaves, hovering with the wind, "from the sky", scattered on the lawn, ponds, paths, to the beautiful garden landscape painted on a layer of mottled color.