Writing a landscape composition in Zepu Fatong Park

Spring has come, everything in spring is brand new, and everywhere is full of the warmth of spring.

People take off their cotton-padded clothes and put on spring clothes. Swallows flew back from the south in the sun and twittered as if to say, "Spring is coming, it's really warm." Spring is really warm, the ice in the river melts, and the fish and shrimp in the river swim around in the water, as if to tell each other: "Spring is coming, spring is coming, the weather is really warm, let's come out and play games together!" Under the warm wind, the young trees on the roadside spit out green buds. Grass also quietly poked its head out of the ground to meet Miss Chun in the warm sunshine.

Today is Sunday. I followed my mother to do morning exercises early in the morning. The warm sunshine bathes everything. There are so many people doing morning exercises, some are running, some are skipping rope, and some are kicking shuttlecock. It's really fun. An uncle is still running in shorts. My mother and I also joined the morning exercise team. After a while, the morning exercise was over, and everyone sat on the stone bench to have a rest. We heard several uncles and aunts discussing voluntary tree planting. I think this is a good opportunity to make the greatest contribution to society, so my mother and I both signed up.

After lunch, the warm sunshine spread all over the earth, and the earth was bright, and spring grass broke through the ground. Open your goose yellow mouth and suck the essence of spring. By the roadside, the buds of paulownia have just sprouted, and a few birds are singing in the tree. My mother and I came to the park with buckets and shovels, and soon everyone came. Under the command of the staff, we came to the southwest corner of the park. There is nothing in this corner. It's desolate. The planting place is here. I saw many people planting trees today, even an 80-year-old grandfather came. My friend and I have the task of getting saplings. I took three magnolia trees. At this time, mother has dug a hole. My mother put the sapling in and tried it, but the pit was too shallow, so I took it out and dug it for a while. I saw the sweat on my mother's face. I think: Work is really tiring. Without hard work, there is no beautiful world. The hole was finally dug. I hold the little tree and my mother is responsible for filling the soil. In a short time, the young trees were planted. My mother and I watered the tree with water, and then planted a second tree. Lesson 3,,,,, Finally, with everyone's efforts, the seedlings were planted. My mother and I are very tired, but very happy.

The sun is setting in the west, and we are ready to go home. Look at the rows of small trees that have been planted, standing upright in the sunset and being cared for by the warm wind. Look at the people in the park, moving, moving and working. Everything is bathed in golden light. Not far away came a song: "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a better place." Yes, it is everyone's hard work and dedication to make spring more beautiful.

I can't help but sigh: what a warm park, what a warm society, what a warm spring!