Essay on spring trip to white river park in xinye

The warm sunshine ushered in another spring, let's go on a spring trip together. On the road, yellow rapeseed flowers gathered into a golden sea; wheat seedlings green like a green prairie.

Our group came to the park, saw the "Du Liang Square" four hot gold letters set in the majestic gate tower, above the exquisite carving of a hundred kinds of animals, their forms of strange, lifelike. This is a mountain square that can accommodate tens of thousands of people - one of the largest mountain squares in the country. We took a steady pace on the walk, through a bamboo forest, a breeze blew, bamboo issued a rustling sound; grass jumped up the joyful dance, sometimes stretching arms, sometimes bending down to touch the ground, sometimes swaying left and right, really like innocent children playing.

The winding mountain road leads us to ascend, green bamboo, green pine drops green, gentle and quiet, they are so friendly embrace, mingled, pulling, cover cover, green all over the mountains. Climbed the observation deck, into the eyes - the green conch like Cuigang a stack of stacks; refreshing - the spring breeze to the fragrance of a wisp after a wisp. By chance, the mountain road on both sides of a peach and plum reflected our eyes, a newly planted peach and plum like a childish little girl to us waving. Some of them are budding, some of them are in full bloom, smiling and shy under the blue sky and the sun. I always feel that these flowers are not blooming on the trees, but floating in mid-air. I was fascinated to see, gently smell, as if my body is also light and soft, in this wonderful "sea of clouds" soaring.

I love my hometown of Duyang Mountain, more love this beautiful spring!