In China, almost every city has People's Park. As its name implies, it is of great historical significance. Generally located in the old city, life is particularly rich. Compared with some newly-built urban areas, human fireworks are also more prosperous, and it is also the place where the earliest aborigines lived.
To tell the truth, this is my first time to the People's Park, because it is too far away from my place of work, and because I am young, I like to go to some "dynamic" scenic spots. It's not that the People's Park is lifeless, but for a new generation of young people, the concept needs to be changed.
Living in the south all the time, I can't talk about the novelty of many parks. After all, most of them are flowers and trees. However, it was worthwhile to go there yesterday for four reasons:
One is to have fun. Some friends play badminton, kick shuttlecock and throw sandbags. Unfortunately, the sandbags were later broken by us, and we had to continue shopping.
On the other hand, I happened to find a desert plant research base on the way, and I saw the most cacti in my life so far, which really increased my knowledge. I have also raised cactus at home, so I can't get on the table. There is a story about cactus, which I always remember:
It is said that cactus is actually the weakest thing in the world. Although it lives in the desert, it is as delicate as water, and it will lose its life if it is touched slightly. God couldn't bear it, so he put on a suit of armor for her heart, which was as hard as iron and had steel thorns that could hurt people. Since then, no one can see the cactus's heart, and all creatures near her will bleed a lot.
It was not until a long time later that a brave man tried to eradicate this evil thing. His sword fell and split the cactus in half, but green liquid flowed out of it. It turned out that it was a sealed cactus heart, because no one understood that loneliness, and it turned into a tear.
The potted plant seller told me that the flower language of cactus is "strong" I saw this story when I went home to check the information, and I was very sad.
Thirdly, I met the great leader, Grandpa Mao, who met the people here. This is the most pleasant attraction for me. I sat there imagining the grand occasion of that year, as if I saw great men pointing out the country and making grandiose remarks; Walking on the road I'm on now, I passed by. I have been filled with emotion and tears.
Fourth, on the way down the mountain, I met a round bunker. My friend was tired and didn't go to watch it. I boarded with the mentality of coming less often.
It turned out to be a battery, and there were high and low shooting holes in the mottled brick wall. Looking through the hole, there is a large caliber barrel. There are patriotic education and learning bases and signs of cultural relics protection at the main entrance, so I think this is exactly what we need now.
We met at 3: 40 and played until the sun went down. It was nearly eight o'clock in the evening when we walked out of the park gate. This is a good time for people to come out for a walk and foraging in summer. The bustling crowd, all kinds of delicious food and all kinds of colorful shops make me feel that the world is worth it!
I found a small restaurant, ate some local specialties and returned immediately.