Essay on Jinji Lake

I have been in Suzhou for more than half a month. I came here for work, but now I'm worried about work. It is said that "a year's plan lies in spring", but spring has come, but I don't know where my way is.

In the spring of March 8, the weather was mild and the spring breeze was weak. As usual, I got up early in the morning After washing, I hurried to the talent market. Throughout the audience, it is still the same, basically the factory is recruiting people. Helpless, I hastily submitted several resumes, feeling hopeless and left.

A person, bored, it's still early to see, and there's nothing to do when I go back to my dormitory, so I wander around this bustling city alone without a clue. I don't know how long I have been walking, but I can see from a distance that the road ahead is tired and empty. It suddenly occurred to me that Jinji Lake was nearby. I was so excited that I ran all the way forward.

A winding artificial corridor extends into the lake and has already come into view. Full of excitement, I ran up quickly and got a panoramic view of Jinji Lake. When the breeze strikes, the waves rise and fall, colliding with the coast and making a crunching sound. The lake is muddy and green, but it has no smell, only feeling bottomless. The water is rushing, the pillars at the foot seem to be washed across, and the corridor is crumbling, which is scary. Fish can be seen simply. The little guys were frightened and floated in groups of three and five, afraid to swim alone. They can't seem to swim, just like children who can't swim, wearing swimming rings, letting the waves wash away and drifting around. Big but more than half a catty. They learned to swim, go wherever they want, and play with each other from time to time, domineering and jumping, and having fun.

Looking from the railing, there are several young people playing yacht races in the lake, which attracts everyone's attention. The yacht flew briskly, full power, buzzing in the lake, and its voice resounded through the sky. Coupled with the fluctuation of water flow, the ship bumps up and down, sometimes leaving the water, and sometimes leaning on the water, just like a dragonfly. The four of them formed a circle, and the bow and stern circled together in an orderly way. The stern splashes a curved waterline and swings from time to time, just like a monkey's tail. Suddenly, a man rushed over, and the splashing water was thrown a few feet away, and then turned into a white straight line, and the water waves quickly rippled around. Looking from a distance, the boat is like a war arrow shot after pulling a full bow. It is extremely sharp and unstoppable, and instantly disappears in the distance. The other three companies are not to be outdone, and you chase after me and compete for the top spot.

There are two small islands in the lake. I don't know their names, and I haven't had a chance to set foot on them. I saw lush green trees, lush foliage, dense, criss-crossing. There is an ancient pavilion on one of the islands, which stands high there as if no one had visited it for a long time. There are still a few houses faintly visible, which I think should be the residence of the owner of the island, revealing a solemn mystery in silence and peace. Island owners don't have to worry about work or livelihood, but they can enjoy the rural scenery and sleep until the meal is ready. The bustling world has nothing to do with me, just like a retired old man who lives in seclusion in a forest valley, living in the world, living comfortably and enviably.

The grass on the shore is green and weeping willows are crying. When the spring breeze blows, wicker spits out new emeralds and dances with the wind, like a beautiful woman's hair. Visitors are intermittent. There are several middle-aged women taking pictures in the corridor, which is very natural. Couples are very loving and chase each other. From time to time came the sweet laughter of the Iraqis, which was soft and charming. Not far away, a pair of married lovers are taking wedding photos, which are warm and romantic. An elderly couple helped each other walk on the shore, alert and intimate. Children are happy to fly kites in their hands, lively and lovely. Only then did I find that most tourists are women. Oh, it turns out that today is Women's Day-a great festival!

The setting sun began to set in the west, and the lake was full of afterglow of the setting sun. The breeze is mixed with the chill that has not completely faded in the severe winter, and it blows over the cheeks, and the coolness bursts. The tourists gradually left and the ship was silent. The whole Jinji Lake has lost a lot of noise and gradually entered a quiet night.

All that was left was the towering buildings on the other side of the river, the sound of the lake hitting the shore, and the sweet words of lovers on the shore. I left silently alone.