Just out of the door, the bright red of the begonias, in the sunshine, seems to be sprinkled with a gold dust, striking. I couldn't help but smile with pleasure! Yikes! Even the little bud, which was a little kid yesterday, bloomed into a little red flower today with the help of Uncle Sunshine.
When I walked slowly to the pavilion in the park, the osmanthus flowers around me had already sent wisps of fragrance to the pavilion. I sat on a stone chair and sniffed the cool osmanthus scent, admiring the flowers that bloomed after the early spring, so bright and colorful that I couldn't help but touch the small, weak flower.
Only to see it, in the breeze of the dance, it shook and caressed my cheek, and then gently, gently lie within my hand, I can not tell you how much I love this nameless little flower.
What fun it is to watch the petals of a flower dance in front of you with the faint spring breeze as your partner!
A familiar floral scent refreshes your heart as you pass by the pond at noon. Ah! It's the flower that's opened up!
The fragrance of the flowers is accompanied by the green leaves, sparse white petals dotted with them to form a peaceful, calm, beautiful painting, so I could not help but pick up a pen and paper, drawing. At that time, what a happy mood I was in!
Walking on the tree-lined paths, lush green, so that I can not help but stop to recall the previous summer and small groups of friends in the play here in the joy of time. Isn't this a happy and wonderful thing?
Through the tree-lined path, the wooden horse that accompanied me through my childhood still stands firm in its place, still maintaining its natural loveliness. The yellow body of the horse and the bright red saddle evoked memories of my childhood. I gently sat on the wooden horse, slowly closed my eyes and recalled the things of my childhood, and how comforting it was!
Time flies, the sun slowly sets, the rainbow haze, to the park covered with a mysterious color, but also to my heart that is not yet finished a good piece of reverie.