Diary of the beautiful places you have been to, 200 words.

Idea: Explain it according to a beautiful place you have been.

I can't name this picturesque little place, but its beauty is always there. The river bank is covered with lush grass. I may have drunk enough expensive spring rain last night, but I am very energetic today. Even the grass I just stepped on gave a "shua shua" and stood up again. I am really afraid that they will "jack" me up and leave the green coat of the earth at a faster speed.

A white stone bridge standing on the river bed has been polished by countless soles. Hardly had I stepped onto the bridge when I was fascinated by the scenery under it. There are some wild flowers under the bridge, which are very delicate and charming. Maybe they are more wild and beautiful than potted flowers.

The river jingled and sang cheerful songs. Under the sunshine, it is like a handkerchief woven with gold thread, fluttering with the wind. The handkerchief is embroidered with "flowers"! Touch it with your hand, it's cold. I couldn't help but take a sip, sweet, really cool! On the other side of the bridge, there are two kinds of trees. They greeted me like two rows of waitresses.

One is peach tree, pink peach blossom, like charming smiling face, with countless uneven peach branches, which is no exaggeration. The other is willow, whose branches swing with the wind, like a girl's flowing long hair. I feel full of eyes.

There seems to be no road ahead, but curiosity drives me on. Just like "there is no doubt that there is no road, there is another village", I walked through the Woods and saw a hill. There is a row of old trees on the hill, and the new buds on the trees add a touch of green to the hill.

Those nameless wildflowers that bloom just right on the mountain add a touch of gold to the hill. Coupled with the blue sky and white clouds, all this is not a wonderful painting, but also a scented three-dimensional painting.

I think it doesn't matter what the name of this intoxicating little place is, because there are too many places in Guilin that can make people feel that "people are traveling in a world of pictorial".