On the afternoon of March 28, I came to Beihai Park.
As soon as you enter the park gate, the first thing you see is Qiongdao surrounded by turquoise lakes, with a tall and beautiful white tower standing on the island.
With joy, I walked quickly towards the White Tower along with the small groups of tourists. Passing through Zhengjue Hall and bypassing Pu'an Hall, I left every tree behind me and stepped on each staircase under my feet. Soon we reached the top of Qiongdao - the White Tower.
Standing under the newly renovated white tower, bathing in the warm sunshine of early spring and facing the moist and pleasant spring breeze, I feel relaxed and happy. Looking around, I saw that every willow tree in the park has sprouted buds, and the willow branches are dancing with the warm spring breeze; the green pines and cypresses are blown by the spring breeze, sometimes laughing, sometimes whispering. , pink and white wild peach blossoms are in full bloom on the branches, the delicate yellow winter jasmine is in full bloom, and the white magnolia is in bud; bursts of floral fragrance are refreshing, and the trees and trees of flowers add a lot of poetry and painting to Beihai in early spring. Looking far into the distance, you can clearly see the splendid Forbidden City complex, the majestic Tiananmen Square, the tall and brand-new buildings, and the jade belt-like roads.
Looking at all this, my heart is ups and downs, and my thoughts are endless: Beihai was originally the royal garden of the feudal emperors of Liao, Jin, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. In the dark old society, working people only had to work hard in construction and did not have any freedom to play. At that time, when people passed by Beihai Park, they could only see the Beihai White Tower standing upright and hear the low cry of the Beihai Lake. Today, Beihai has become the People's Park, and our mood is like that of the Beihai Lake that fluctuates with the wind...
After going down the mountain, I walked slowly along the lakeside and continued to enjoy the beautiful and charming scenery of the Beihai in early spring. The spring breeze blew across the lake, bringing moist and fresh air; the scenery around the lake came to me. I breathed in the fresh air and looked greedily at the moving scenery: the grass on the shore had just broken out of the ground, and the dark willow branches were hanging down and brushing my cheek from time to time. Under the sunshine, the lake water is sparkling, and a few boats are rippling in the wind on the lake. Ancient buildings such as Wulong Pavilion, Wanfo Tower, Yilan Hall, Yong'an Temple, and Linguang Hall are reflected among the mountains, forests, and water waves. The scenery Beautiful and unique.
Following the path, I came to the popular Nine Dragon Wall. On both sides of the Nine Dragon Wall are nine carved dragons forming a magnificent pattern. The patterns are beautiful and generous, the colors are very harmonious, and even the patterns next to the patterns are carved in a simple and beautiful way. The nine carved dragons have different colors and postures, and they look lifelike and lifelike. The meticulous carvings on the Nine Dragon Wall fully demonstrate the outstanding wisdom and talents of the working people in ancient my country.
When the sun was about to set, I reluctantly said goodbye to Beihai Park in early spring. Beihai Park is really beautiful in early spring, but what is even more beautiful is the person who brings spring beauty to Beihai Park.
I love nothing more than that home, the home that belongs to my father, mother, sister and me. The home is not busy, but it is warm; it is not rich, but it is comfortable; it is not big enough, but it is a safe place for me, the home-loving child. In my opinion, home is paradise and my safest haven.
Now, when I go to study in a different place, I have to leave its care, its protection, and its "restraint". Without it, I feel hesitant, lost, and in pain. Therefore, when I am not at home, my home makes me dream about it. I often think: Homesickness is like daughter's red wine. The longer it goes, the more mellow it tastes; homesickness is like a rope, which ties me and connects me to home; homesickness is like smoke and fog, which cannot be waved away or erased. Homesickness is a kind of happiness and pain that cannot be experienced by family members!
Every time I went home, I stuffed all my feelings, thoughts, worries and thoughts into my backpack and brought them to that kind family. When I take a nap, I always like to sit against the wall. Because, when I get home again, I want to listen to her heartbeat and feel her warmth. There was even one time when I wanted to get my mother to listen with me. She put her hand on my forehead for no reason, thinking that I was sick and talking nonsense. I know, I'm awake. For me, home means life and feelings. Otherwise, how could home listen to me again and again? Otherwise, how could I be so attached to her?
Home is both tangible and intangible; home is both concrete and abstract. My family once said: "If you love me, you should leave me. If you don't linger in my arms, you should fly to a vast and vast place." Oh, my love is my home! I promise to do my best to repay you for everything you have given me.
Goodbye, my home, I have to leave you. Just wait for me, I will return with a full load!