Walking into the park, the fresh air greeted me, the air mixed with a faint smell of earth, the rich flavor of the flowers, the aroma of the aroma all the time is not tempting my senses, shallow hard deep breath, a hint of sweet bitter taste straight to the bottom of the heart, refreshing the heart.
The blooming moonflower, washed by the rain more colorful, looking at the buds and efforts to bloom the flower buds, or red like fire, pink like Xia, or yellow like gold, white like snow, as if I feel I have been gazing at them, a shy drooped head, bent straight waist, wildly releasing the turbid and fresh scent, wow, really fragrant ah!
The young grandparents playing Tai Chi, either fat or thin, tall or short, standing side by side on the flat uneven ground, slow pace of agility, and the rhythm of soft music, a move, relaxation.
The other side of the noisy square dance sounded, compared to the dull Tai Chi, dance square dance aunts jumped that called a wind and water, happy and happy.
Looking around, very close to the 'not far away, a toddler doll, eyes clear and bright, his mother stood a meter away from him, open arms, the little guy looked at his mother with certainty, without a trace of doubt, because the little heart of his mother is full of great belief, because he believes that his mother will be safe and secure to protect him, will not let him have a trace of danger. danger.
The park after the rain, the beauty of the dizzy, the beauty of the intoxication, the beauty of the people to stay, the beauty of the people to forget, lightly for the chanting, thick ink and heavy color both, for us to outline a picture of a harmonious life.