Poetry-Early Spring in Beihai

On the afternoon of March 28th, I came to Beihai Park.

As soon as I entered the park gate, the first thing I jumped into my eyes was Qiongdao, surrounded by green lakes, and a tall and beautiful white tower stood on the island.

With joy, I walked quickly to Baita with three or five groups of tourists. Pass through Zhengjue Hall and bypass Pu An Hall; I left a tree and I stepped on the steps. Soon reached the peak of Qiongdao-Baita.

Standing under the newly decorated white tower, bathed in the warm sunshine in early spring, I feel relaxed and happy in the face of the humid and pleasant spring breeze. Looking around, I saw that all the willows in the park spit out their buds, and all the willow branches danced with the warm spring breeze; Pine and cypress are blown by the slow spring breeze, sometimes laughing and whispering, pink and white wild peaches are blooming all over the branches, charming yellow winter jasmine is in full bloom, and magnolia is in bud; A burst of flowers is refreshing, and a tree of flowers adds a lot of poetry and painting to Beihai in early spring. Looking around, the majestic Forbidden City buildings, the majestic Tiananmen Square, tall and brand-new buildings and jade belt-like highways are all vivid.

Looking at all this in front of me, my heart is full of ups and downs, and my thoughts are myriad: Beihai was originally the imperial garden of feudal emperors in Liao, Jin, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties. In the dark old society, the working people had to work hard to build and had no freedom to play. At that time, when people passed by Beihai Park, they could only see the white tower standing tall in Beihai, and they could only hear the deep crying of Beihai Lake. Today, Beihai has become a people's park, and our mood is like the lake in Beihai fluctuating with the wind. ...

After going down the mountain, I walked slowly along the lake and continued to enjoy the beautiful and charming scenery of Beihai in early spring. Spring breeze blows across the lake, bringing moist and fresh air; I remembered a landscape by the lake. I gulped the fresh air and greedily looked at the moving scenery: the grass on the shore had just arched out of the land, and the branches hanging from the black willow brushed my cheek from time to time. Under the sunshine, the lake is sparkling and several boats are rippling with the wind. Ancient buildings such as Wulong Pavilion, Wanfulou, Tang Yilan, Ai 'an Temple and Guanglintang are reflected in the waves in the mountains, with beautiful scenery and unique features.

Along this path, I came to the famous Nine Dragons Wall, with nine dragons carved on both sides. The pattern is beautiful and generous, the colors are very harmonious, and even the pattern next to the pattern is beautifully carved. Nine carved dragons have different colors and postures, and they look lifelike. The exquisite carving of the Nine Dragon Wall fully shows the outstanding wisdom and talent of the ancient working people in China.

When the sun was about to set, I reluctantly bid farewell to Beihai Park in early spring. Beihai Park in early spring is really beautiful, but what is more beautiful is the people who bring spring scenery to Beihai Park.

I love that home. It belongs to my father, mother, sister and my family. The home is not lively, but it is also warm; Not rich, but comfortable; It is not spacious enough, but it is a comfortable place for my homesick child to live. In my opinion, home is heaven and my safest haven.

If you go to study in a different place now, you should leave it to care, care and bind. Without it, I hesitate, lose and suffer. So, when I'm not at home, home makes me dream. I often think: homesickness is my daughter's red, and the longer it takes, the more mellow it becomes; Homesickness is a rope that ties me and connects me with my home; Homesickness is like smoke and fog, which can't be waved away or erased. Homesickness is a kind of happiness and pain that family members can't understand!

And every time I go home, I put all my feelings and troubles into my backpack and take them to that kind home. When I take a nap, I always like to sit against the wall. Because, when I come home again, I want to listen to her heartbeat and feel her warmth. Even once when I wanted to hold my mother and listen to it with me, she inexplicably put her hand on my forehead, thinking that I was sick and talking nonsense. I know, I woke up. For me, home has feelings for life. Otherwise, how can the family listen to me again and again? Why else would I be so attached to her?

Home is tangible and intangible; Home is concrete and abstract. My family once said, "If you love me, you should leave me. Don't stay in my arms, you should fly to a vast place. " Oh, my love is my home! I swear that I will do my best to repay everything you have given me.

Goodbye, my home, I have to leave you. Wait for me, I'll come home with a full load!