Composition on Spring Outing at Yuechi Yuping Lake

Spring is here, and it’s a good time to appreciate plum blossoms. One sunny Sunday, my parents and I went for an outing to Meihua Mountain to appreciate the plum blossoms.

On Plum Blossom Mountain, there are naturally plum blossoms everywhere. Thousands of plum trees are blooming, you are next to me, I am next to you, like colorful clouds in the blue sky. Wandering in the sea of ??flowers, admiring the beautiful scenery, I marveled at the many varieties of plum blossoms. There are "Gongfen-shaped plums" with light red makeup, "Jade Butterfly Plums" with flowers like piles of snow, "Green-calyx Plums" with calyxes like emeralds, and rare varieties such as "Nanjing Red" and "Bienan Wanshui". Plum blossoms of various colors all have their own aesthetic side. The red is as bright as peaches and plums, as bright as clouds; the white is simple and elegant, clear and clean; the yellow is dazzling, as beautiful as clouds and brocade. The pink one is the most charming, and the petals are slightly transparent. If the color is darker, it will not be so beautiful. If it is lighter, it will not be so gorgeous. I really don’t know how nature creates such beautiful colors. The plum blossoms have the posture of one after another. The ones in bud are as delicate as a girl and full of affection. The ones that are spread out are unrestrained and graceful. The ones in full bloom are proudly smiling and the stamens are swaying. The quiet fragrance attracted butterflies to dance among the flowers and bees to sing softly. A gust of breeze blew, and the petals fell one after another. Wow, it was raining colorful plum blossoms in the sky! Although layers of petals have fallen on the ground, the trees are still blooming so lively. My mother and I stood under the plum blossom tree, enjoying the soft breeze and the delicate fragrance of plum blossom rain. We felt so refreshed. This situation made me unable to help but recite "Lingmei" by Zhang Daoqia, a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty: "There is poetry everywhere, there is beauty at any time, and there is no social interaction. Every ridge is filled with plum blossoms." I sincerely thank nature for its gift. We have such a feast of beautiful perspectives. Meihua Mountain is not only a sea of ??flowers, but also a sea of ??people. There were crowds of people under each tree, and children ran and played happily under the trees, scattering strings of laughter like silver bells, as happy as angels. The beauty-loving elder sisters are all wearing fashionable and trendy clothes, and their smiling faces are like flowers------the colorful tourists are another beautiful scenery on Meihua Mountain. I took my camera and walked under the plum trees. Sometimes I took a photo in front of the willow plums that looked like big white umbrellas, and sometimes I posed next to the yellow plums. "Mom, look, this is the 'Biejiao Wanshui' plum." It blooms from the branches to the treetops without leaving any gaps. From a distance, it looks like a fountain spraying flowers. "It really deserves to be the treasure of the mountain!" Mom praised. "Click", I raised the camera, I want to keep it in my photo album forever.

Unknowingly, my mother and I walked out of this sea of ??plum blossoms and came to the back mountain. I looked at the crystal clear water, the antique pavilion, listened to the crowing of frogs one after another, and smelled With the fragrance of plum blossoms hidden in my body, I am intoxicated in this thick spring scenery------