Love (1)

There are too many lovely things! Tears left by tears of joy - swaying at the edge of the eye socket, forming a wisp of colorful glow along the outline of red cheeks when flowing down, and then look at the smile blooming because of joy at the edge of tears, how delightful and lovely it is!

Small things are always cute! The new green quietly emerging from the soil in spring is a delicate young bud! It looks like the syrup wrapped with a layer of green apple flavor, which looks particularly green in the early sun - the buds are also going to grow into towering trees! Just thinking about the lush ripples after that, it's really cute!

How can we say that street cats are not cute? The white, orange and yellow or gray and black fur often shines with golden light in the drunken sunset. Is this the light from a wandering heart, or is it the light reflected from their cunning or clever eyes? I looked at their agile posture, naughty and shaking moustaches, and sweet or wild aiming sounds from afar, and I was very fond of them. I really like this cute little creature!

Love (2)

During the summer vacation, my mother and I came to her hometown, my grandmother's home, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River in Chizhou, Anhui Province.

The scenery here is beautiful. In front of Grandma's house is a beautiful courtyard. There is a small flower bed in the courtyard. In the middle of the flower bed is a tall rose, full of big red flowers. There are many flowers around the rose that I can't name. Those flowers are beautiful! There are red, orange, yellow and white...... There is a wide gravel road in front of the courtyard. There is a wide river beside the road. The name of the river is Qiupu River. I heard from my mother that Li Bai, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, once visited here and wrote a poem named "Qiupu Song": "The white hair is three thousand zhang long, and the reason for sorrow is long. I don't know where I can get the autumn frost in the mirror." The river is crystal clear, and I sit on the flagstone on the bank and stretch my feet into the water. Wow! It's cool. The little fish and shrimp in the river are not afraid of living at all. They swim happily at my feet.

On the other side of the river are rolling green mountains, which are not high but very beautiful. At the foot of the mountain, there are cows and sheep eating grass leisurely. On the other side of the bank, a row of dense willows grew along the river, and the long willow branches hung down on the water. A gust of wind blew over, it was very cool, and I could not feel the heat of summer at all.

I was intoxicated with the beautiful scene when Grandma asked us to eat watermelons. While I was eating the big and sweet watermelons planted by my grandmother, I thought how beautiful it was here! I hope to come here every summer vacation.

Love (3)

The West Lake Park I visited is not the West Lake in Hangzhou, but a small park in my hometown. Although its scenery is not comparable to the real West Lake, it has its own uniqueness. One sunny weekend, my family and I went to the West Lake Park again.

When I entered the park, there was a zoo on the left. My mother promised to let me go in and have a look again after I begged for help. There are many small animals in the zoo. Look, a peacock opens its screen to attract the opposite sex. And those little monkeys, as smart as children, took the peanuts offered by tourists, peeled them, and immediately sent the fruits to their mouths. The most funny thing is the camels. Some humps are shrunk. My father said that the humps were filled with food. Their humps were shrunk. Maybe they were not full.

Out of the zoo, we walked across the stone bridge and came to a small forest. Here are flowers and trees. Walking along the flagstone road, I saw butterflies flying beside the pink cherry blossoms. I also smelt bursts of fragrance. Although I don't know what kind of flower it is, it really refreshes my heart. And those tall and straight trees, some of which have a history of hundreds of years, have witnessed the rise and fall of the West Lake Park.

Finally, I was a little tired, so I went to the reading pavilion with my family to have a rest. This reading pavilion is not a small one. It was built by Su Shi, the great poet of the Northern Song Dynasty. However, through the baptism of years, the pavilion has become a little shabby, and the color on the pillars is different, so it is obviously time to paint. The roof of the pavilion is damaged and needs to be repaired. However, it is precisely because of its dilapidation that it has experienced wind and frost!

In ancient times, the great poet Su Shi once said, "Although the West Lake is small, it is also west." He praised the West Lake Park as a small West Lake, which I think is very appropriate. This is the West Lake Park that I often visit. Although it is not famous, many ancient celebrities have come here. I like this park very much!

Love (4)

There is a forest behind my house in the mountain. When the flowers bloom in spring, the trees pull out new branches and grow green leaves. The longer the leaves grow, the more dense they grow, and they become a green ocean.

In the morning, the fog rises from the valley, and the whole forest is immersed in milky fog. The fog lifted and the sun came out. The sun shines like thousands of sharp swords through the treetops and directly into the forest, scattering speckled light and shadow under the trees. Dewdrops roll on the leaf tips. The birds woke up, they were singing in the trees and calling their friends. Squirrels are jumping up and down on the branches, butterflies are dancing in the flowers, and deer are breathing fresh air by the river. They live happily, carefree and at ease.

In the evening, the sun went down. A brilliant sunset rose in the sky, like a burning cloud. The sun shines on the earth, and the whole forest is like fireworks. A small river flows through the mountains. The river is murmuring and the trees are whirling. The river is half red and half green. Fish are swimming happily in the water. They are floating out of the water, spitting beautiful bubbles. The frog is singing the twilight song by the water grass. Birds flocked to their nests. The little animals came home one after another. The forest, which had been bustling all day, began to slowly subside.

This forest has too many memories for me. I often come here with my friends to pick wild flowers. Wild flowers are everywhere, here and there, red, yellow, white, purple, like a beautiful garden. There are wild fruits everywhere, hawthorn, persimmon, wild grape, wild jujube, and many others whose names I don't know. We left too many footprints in the woods, scattering our songs and laughter.

The woods in my hometown are beautiful!

Love (5)

Zhoushan Putuo has not only a nationally famous temple, but also a unique beach called Qianbu Sand.

When I got there, I saw the waves coming one after another, like rows of brave soldiers guarding the border. There are two or three boats floating nearby. It turns out that strange waves make strange sand. When the waves recede, you can walk barefoot on the beach. It's very comfortable and soft. It's easier than stepping on the cotton pile. If you are tired, you might as well try it. It will certainly bring you strange effects and eliminate your tiredness of the day.

The sand is very light and fine, as light as flour. As long as you gently blow it with your mouth, it will float without trace.

At dusk, the sunset glow shines on the beach. Those sands are like stars in the sky. They are so intoxicating, and they are like golden beaches. They are so dazzling, glittering, and suddenly become an ocean of gold. If you were in the wonder at that time, it would make you forget the time, direction and home. It seems that this is a warm harbor, a warm home, and you can't leave for a long time.

What a strange scenery! It's really desirable!

Love (6)

Spring girl came, spring girl came, riding white clouds, coming against the cool wind, singing happy songs.

Look, the sky is as clean as water. It looks like sapphires washed with clean water. They are always so blue and bright. The white clouds are like sheep running. They are competing with birds!

In the distance, the rolling mountains overlap, and beside the mountain is a dense forest. From time to time, there are chirping voices. It turns out that a group of unknown birds are singing beautiful songs happily. One naughty and cute little monkey jumped from one tree to another, sometimes playing with the upside down golden hook, free. On the lush green grass, beautiful flowers are blooming one after another. The ones with names and those without names are like falling stars, blinking their eyes and emitting charming fragrance. The industrious little bees are holding honey buckets, picking honey from flowers and shouting happily, "Big harvest, big harvest!"

The river is clear to the bottom, like a transparent blue silk, lying quietly in the arms of the earth. A group of cute fish swam over against the water, and the clear water suddenly rippled with ripples, including a small lobster. Sometimes they played a standing long jump, and sometimes they waved big pliers, as if to say, "Although I am small, I am not easy to bully." The beautiful swan will fly and the hero will sing, as if to say: "It's really beautiful here, let's settle down here!" The little black tadpoles are like commas in spring. They look east and west, as if they are looking for the mother frog!

Ah, the scenery here is beautiful!