Mom said the yard was beautiful. There is a stream in the bamboo forest beside the fence. Whenever the arrowheads scramble to pull up the jointing stage, the old and tall pine girl applauds them and dances her dark green needle-like branches. The little flowers at the foot of the bamboo shouted "Come on" for them, and the pink petals moved slightly; The stream "Ding Dong Ding Dong" accompanies them. Under the fence, there is a morning glory in bud. Every morning, there are beating crystal dew on the bud, and then the stamens open the bright "window". At this time, the whole Petunia tree is full of countless flowers, pink, purple and blue, which are playing like small horns. It was already 6 o'clock at this time, so I got up and went to work. In the morning, thin vines will drill through this gap for a while, touch the fence for a while, run to the branches and leaves of arrow bamboo, and it will playfully flap the emerald green leaflets of arrow bamboo. As soon as I saw this scene, I felt so comfortable. I said, the yard is a garden of learning. I used to play the clarinet badly, and my parents always covered their ears every time they listened. One day, I was walking in the yard at night. The thin water on the rock wall slowly flows down the stream, and the stream gurgles, accompanied by birds singing, and the bright moon is reflected in the water and swaying. The bridge opening of the stone arch bridge meets the water like a full moon, which makes me truly feel the artistic conception of "moonlight in the pine forest and crystal stone in the stream". I sat on the arch bridge, encouraged by floret and accompanied by running water, and unconsciously picked up the clarinet and blew it gently, blowing, blowing, melodious and exciting. I was intoxicated, and I finally found that the clarinet was not difficult to play. In the final exam, I got full marks for clarinet! Dad said that the small courtyard is for the public. A few days ago, a patient came to the yard in a wheelchair, breathing fresh air and listening to birds singing and laughing with the stream. These days, I have recovered from my illness. There is also a college student who has not been admitted to the university. When he is sad, he will come to the yard to relax, look at the arrow bamboo, complain about the stream, go back and study hard, and prepare to re-enter the university. It is the strength and encouragement given to them by the small courtyard.
My yard is simple and beautiful. It is like the selfless people of Qian Qian, constantly giving their meager strength.