One-day summer vacation tour in Xingyang City (Botanical Garden, composition 600 words

The wind was blowing hard and we were all moved. Today, Wan Lifeng is cloudless, which is a good day for traveling. The three of us simply packed our bags and walked out of the door with a smile.

Unconsciously, in laughter, we arrived at our destination-Botanical Garden. I strode happily to the plum blossom exhibition area and left my parents behind. Then, I found myself in a sea of flowers. This flower sea is very beautiful. Every flower tree is in full bloom. Together, they dress up the botanical garden in spring into a beautiful world and draw a beautiful picture. While urging my parents to take pictures of me, I gently stroked the dragon-like branches and delicate flowers on the branches of the flower trees around me. You see, every plum blossom is a masterpiece of nature! Their petals are so soft, delicate and transparent that they overlap each other, just like wearing a dress with exquisite workmanship and colorful patterns. Layers of petals, strewn at random, plus a few slender stamens in the middle, constitute a small plum blossom. There are many colors of plum blossoms, some of which are pale pink, like the face of a newborn; Some are dark pink, like the gorgeous clouds that day; Some are light green, like jade and jasper; Some are pale white, like the white of the best pearls on the ground ... powder, delicate and charming powder; Green, green is elegant; White, pure white. Nature, you, an outstanding painter, can paint such colorful colors that are neither thick nor light, just right! I am intoxicated in this beautiful spring scenery, sitting on the green grass under the plum tree and enjoying the charming gesture of plum blossom. No matter what color and angle, their colors are so moist, so transparent, so pure and pleasing to the eye. At this time, a slightly larger spring breeze swept by, petals fell one after another, and the ground was full of colorful flowers with a faint fragrance. I can't help reciting the Song of Buried Flowers by talented woman Lin Daiyu: "Flowers are flying all over the sky, and who will be pitied if the fragrance disappears?" The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and is full of sadness.