Walking into the park, fresh air came face to face. The air is mixed with a faint earthy smell and a strong floral fragrance. The smell has been tempting my senses. I took a shallow deep breath, and a little sweet and sour taste reached my heart, refreshing.
The blooming Chinese rose flowers are washed more brightly by the rain. Looking at the flower bones, red as fire, pink as chardonnay, yellow as gold and white as snow, it seems that I have been staring at them, shyly hanging my head high and bending straight, releasing a turbid and fresh fragrance. Wow, it smells good!
Young Tai Chi grandfathers and grandmothers, fat or thin, tall or short, stand side by side on the uneven ground, marching slowly with agile steps and following the rhythm of soft music.
On the other side, the noisy square dance sounded, which was more boring than Tai Chi. The aunts who danced in the square dance called it the wind and water, and they were happy.
Looking around, not far away, a toddler's eyes are clear and bright, and his mother is standing one meter away from him with open arms. The little guy looked at his mother with firm eyes, no doubt, because his little heart was full of great trust in his mother, because he believed that her mother would protect him firmly and safely, and he would not be in any danger.
The park after the rain is dizzy, intoxicating, lingering and unforgettable. It is easy to sing, and it is rich and colorful, which outlines a picture of a harmonious life for us.