The Ride the Wind Square is near my neighborhood, and it is a picturesque place to visit in all seasons.
Spring, the swallows from the south to come, the grass out of the head, the flowers hit the flower bones. The square is full of life everywhere. Children take off their cotton clothes and go to the square to play.
Time flies, in the blink of an eye, the beautiful summer has come, a square into the fragrant nose, the square flowers bloom. Nightfall, the fountain sprayed up, colorful lights to the square became more colorful. Some of the old people walk, some sing, and some play cards in the square.
The autumn girl came with colorful paints, which turned the maple tree into red and the willow tree into yellow. The flowers were gone, but only the chrysanthemums were still blossoming happily. A breeze blew, and the chrysanthemums seemed to sing and dance for this beautiful square.
Winter came, the north wind blew songs of praise for the square, snowflakes fluttering really beautiful ah! Trees covered with a white quilt, the square suddenly turned into a white world.