Composition about Dad and Xiao Ning taking pictures in the park.

Early that morning, I jumped out of bed excitedly and looked at the hazy white fog outside the window, feeling excited.

Ah, my mother is still lazy, and so is my father. They didn't get up until nine o'clock, which made me anxious like ants on hot bricks.

When I arrived at the park, I saw some old people practicing diabolo. How skillfully they played. They all beamed, just like performing on the stage. They all worked so hard. Dad seems to like this interesting sport, too, and he is dumbfounded. Where bamboo is sold short, dad seems to want to buy it, but it's too expensive. My father is a careful man. Although I didn't buy diabolo, I bought me a magic wand, which made me jump with joy, but I was disappointed to see my father because he didn't buy what he wanted.

I like flowers very much, but there are no flowers I like in the park. However, what interests me most is a kind of flower called peony. Father said, "It is similar to peony, and its bright colors are beautiful. Those layers of petals are noble. " I have doubts in my heart. What's the difference between peony and peony? This has been bothering my father. He is the kind of person who likes to play jokes on children. He could only scratch his cheek and laugh.

I am really happy today, and my heart is sweeter than eating honey!