As soon as I arrived at the East Gate of the National People's Congress, I saw tall poplars and green leaves swaying gently in the wind. Behind the pine forest across the path, there are several flower trees, and the flowers have withered. We are very disappointed. Is it really like what the poem says? Unwilling, we continued to walk along the path to the northwest.
Suddenly, a smell came to my nose. We walked to the source of the fragrance. "So it's lilacs," I cried. The color of lilac is lavender, and four small petals are as interesting as windmills. Next to the lilacs, there are several winter jasmine plants. The petals of the winter jasmine flower spread around, as lovely as a smiling face. Suddenly, I heard someone shout, "Come on, there are flowers." We ran over, and sure enough, there were purple flowers on the tree, but we didn't know the name of this flower. I think its petals are buckled together like small beans. Let's call it Doudou Flower.
At this moment, I turned around inadvertently. Why do white clouds fall on trees? I took a few quick steps and looked at it. It turned out to be a begonia flower. Some of the flowers on the branches have not yet bloomed, and their colors are pink, while others have just bloomed, and their colors are pale pink. More are in full bloom and the color is white. Looking up, they seem to be comparing who is the most beautiful. At this moment, a petal fell on my hair. I didn't want to take it down, but the wind blew it down gently.
Unconsciously, we walked south around the fountain and came to two peach trees. One is pink and the other is red, like two shy little girls.
Now, we are ready to leave the campus of the National People's Congress, but we are still thinking about those beautiful flowers in our minds. I really want to pick some small flowers, but on second thought, I won't pick them, because I have put spring in my heart.