An essay describing Qiao Garden in Jieyang

Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. For a time, I had a crazy fascination with the spring breeze. That kind of Confucianism is as soft as a weak willow, faint, stained with the cool water vapor of the Yellow River, covering the arid northwest town. I don't think I have the heart to despise the brilliance of youth. All inanimate things are illusory, moved by spring, and all living things are blurred by spring. Therefore, it disturbed Qin's memory and brought a vitality of tobacco and the city. There is nothing in the spring breeze, and there are thousands of flowers in the makeup. That's it.

On the eve of the second year, Wuhai Lake was built. Therefore, the integrity of the natural geographical environment shows the infinite power of the ecosystem. The drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River rarely lingers in the desert and refuses to leave for a long time. A few days of dancing spring rain, full of peach petals, urges the new branches to bloom, urges the spring breeze to cherish drunkenness. But the school parking lot is still slowly being built. Year after year, students in the class lost a lot of electric cars because they parked them outside the school. In April of 20 15, the rain in Fang Fei lasted for a long time. If I were the one who lost my car, I would stop talking. With the cloudy days after the rain and the spring breeze, I have been cold from my body to my heart, and I hate spring breeze and myself for the first time.