Early in the morning, I came to the People's Park. I first took a breath of fresh sweet air. Then I took a look at the People's Park, only to see that it was surrounded by fog.
I entered the People's Park. What unfolded in front of me was a straight asphalt road. I walked along this asphalt road while looking at the scenery on both sides. Only to see the grass stretching, quietly raise their heads, as if to say: "Spring is coming, spring is coming." A variety of brightly colored flowers in the fight, as if being dressed to meet the arrival of spring.
To a small mountain. Only to see there is a path straight to the top of the mountain, there is a pavilion above the top of the mountain. I then walked over quickly. I saw three words written on the pavilion--Poetry Rhythm Pavilion . I stood on the Pavilion of Poetry Rhythm and looked down, only to see the Yuquan Lake below covered with smoke, like a maiden wearing a light veil.
I strolled to the Yuquan Lake, only to see a curved path around the lake, like a long silver-white dragon carrying the crowd of morning swimmers. In the southwest corner of the lake, there is a sports area, where a lot of ping-pong table and badminton court attracted people who love small ball, the sound of the match tearing down one after another. On the spacious floor next to the lake, children take off their long, thick clothes and play a game of throwing sandbags. Yuquan Lake around the small trees, get the spring light and spring rain feed has said goodbye to the thin body thrive.
This is the people's park in the spring, it is really beautiful ah