After a hot and dry day, I just hope that the night will come early. In the evening, Xu Lai, a breezy mother who is usually too lazy to wander around, had a whim and said, "Let's go to Xiyuan tonight." I naturally responded positively, dressed immediately and went to Xiyuan with my mother.

Xiyuan has always been a good place for Taigu people to enjoy the cool and summer.

As night has just fallen, the open space at the entrance of Xiyuan has already been filled with tables and chairs for eating and trolleys for selling barbecue, and the number of people in food stalls has gradually increased: a family of three shares snacks and enjoys family happiness; There are groups of friends, confidants, people who eat and chat, and people who drink and plan their fists and indulge in outdoor activities. . . . . I couldn't bear it: the smoky kebabs pulled up my mother, turned left and right, "squeezed through" the crowd and entered the West Garden.

The West Garden is brightly lit and lively. Look, there are old people helping each other and taking a walk after dinner. There are mother and son sitting on the merry-go-round hand in hand; On the lawn, there are also many people enjoying the cool. Some of them are sitting, some are lying, chatting with several people, some are lying side by side quietly watching the stars, some are hugging each other and whispering, and some are sitting alone on a stone bench tasting life. . . . . It seems natural that the chirping of insects is intertwined with the language that people speak softly.

But what attracts me most is the people fishing by Xiyuan Lake. They sat on the fish box, with fishing rods in their hands, and their eyes were still fixed on the glow sticks floating in the lake, just like a statue. Green glow sticks shine like fireflies and stars on the lake. Sometimes someone passed by the fisherman, sometimes someone stopped to ask about the fishing results, and the fisherman didn't look back, just waved. This situation can't help but remind me of a poem in Hu Lingneng's "Fishing for Children": "Passers-by wave from afar, and the fish should not be surprised." Isn't this tailor-made for these fishermen?

Go up the winding path and come to the top of the rockery. Quietly, the small pavilion at the top was shrouded in dusk, adding a bit of mystery. Compared with the noise at the foot of the mountain, it looks very quiet here, just like a paradise. There are few people, only a few people who practice martial arts, and everyone is concentrating on practicing boxing. A stone path less than 20 meters below the mountain is connected with a stone bridge on the lake. Walking up, looking at the lake, sparkling, the lights on the shore and balcony are reflected in it, which is beautiful.

At this time, the music of the skating rink sounded, which was the kind of passionate and dynamic music. My head can't help shaking with the beat. Exciting music, children's playful voices and adults' laughter are intertwined to form a happy life movement.

The night is getting darker and the weather is getting colder. My mother is urging me to go home, but I haven't finished yet. . . .

The Xiyuan in summer is really beautiful!