The exquisite composition of Luolong Park is 700 words.

The tide of aging is so fierce that it is completely beyond my imagination.

At the beginning of the year, I enrolled in the university for the aged and continued to dawdle in the photography class; On that day, when I saw the registration, it reminded me of the bitter days when those people lined up to buy food. These crowded old people, although well-informed, were still surprised by the enthusiastic registration. Seeing so many people crowded together, I decided to give up. Suddenly, a lady greeted me. It turned out to be a former colleague. She said to me happily, "I'm not going to work either." I want to learn painting and calligraphy. " I heard that she liked to write and draw when she was young. She even asked for my mobile phone number and said when she would go to the teahouse with me to exchange English with others. I left the registration office and went to my husband's house not far from the university for the aged to chat. At Mr. He's house, I received a phone call from an enthusiastic lady. She said that she had got me an application form, so I could sign up without waiting in line. When I got the application form, I saw that it was actually an application form for a junior class. This year, because too many people signed up for photography, they were divided into two classes: advanced class and elementary class. I think, whether it is a beginner class, an advanced class or even an advanced class, it is just a name. So, I went to the elementary class.

For a while, I have classes in the elementary class, and for a while I have classes in the advanced class. Those who know me and those who don't know me don't understand; How can you see me for a while and not see me for a while Last month, the University for the Aged organized us to visit the Shiban River scenic spot in Xundian. My classmates and I went to Shiban River. Later, the seniors went to Shilin Changhu Lake. Afterwards, senior class junior asked me; Why not go to the Long Lake?

Photography classes in senior universities are all in the same classroom, but the class time is different. On Friday morning, the elementary class starts from 8: 20 to 9: 40, and the advanced class starts from 9: 50 to 1 1: 30. In this way, the two classes met after class. In this way, everyone is getting familiar with it.

Half a month ago, two classes decided to go to a place called "Luolong Park" in Chenggong New District. The two classes met in a crowded classroom and began to agree on how to play. In the tumultuous years, Yang, an old comrade who used to be the chairman of a factory's trade union, wrote on the blackboard how to take a bus from a different place to Luolong Park. I quickly used my mobile phone to write down the stations and trains I need to transfer to.

That day, early in the morning, I left home and went to Luolong Park. It took me an hour and a half to finally reach Luolong Village. Xu teacher, the teacher of photography class, has been waiting for us there. I was the last person to arrive.

Unexpectedly, Luolong Park is not small. Because it is located in the new district, and it is not a weekend, the park by the lake looks bigger than Cuihu Park, with many trees. In the water, water lilies and some flowers and plants I can't name flourish. Some people say that "it is more beautiful here than Shilin and Changhu"!

Unfortunately, the clouds were too thick and a few drops of rain floated. The effect of photography is naturally bad. In such a big park, almost all of our photography classes are old people. Students in primary school classes. He is a big man from the north. When I entered the park, I saw him in a hurry and didn't know who to look for. We'll talk about it later. We left the park and went home, sat on the bus together and started chatting. The man surnamed Liu in the north is from Jilin. Before coming to Kunming, he worked in China Railway Second Bureau and worked in the north for many years. Later, when the Nankun Line was completed, he came to Yunnan. He works in the South Kunming Line Command. I asked it casually, is Mr. Liu Deshu, commander-in-chief of Nankun Railway Command, the grandson of Liu E, the author of the novel Travel Notes of Lao Can? After careful consideration, Mr. Liu answered me: "He is a descendant of Liu E."

Mr. Liu told me that he went into Luolong Park and didn't see anyone he knew, so he asked around where Luolong Park was. Later someone said to him, "Aren't you already in the park?" It turned out that when I entered the park and saw him in a hurry, he was looking for a classmate in the photography class when he didn't know who to meet! I also blame him for not talking to people in photography class. Always in a hurry.

Teacher Liu obviously noticed the photos I took during my trip to Tibet. He asked me how to play in Tibet. I described my trip to Tibet to him. He works in Xining. Mr. Liu wants to travel to Tibet by train, and his desire is definitely stronger than others. Maybe his coming to photography class is the first step to realize his trip to Tibet.

It turns out that Mr. Liu is a talkative person. We talked about our dream place in the car, and the young people around us must feel a little annoyed. It is difficult for them to understand that the old man who is approaching the end of his life step by step once had a beautiful dream like a flower in this vast land.

The beautiful new scene of Luolong Park is nothing more than a lake, a tree, several waterfowl and several flowers in our camera lens. It is more interesting for me to know such an interesting person as Miss Liu.

I wish Mr. Liu an early success in his trip to Tibet!