1. How to write an essay on my paradise

People are looking for their own paradise so that all happiness can be released.

But my paradise is different. It is not a dance hall with flashing neon lights, nor a bustling entertainment park. It is a small room that is both my study and bedroom. The small room has ordinary white walls.

The pink and green curtains were blowing gently in the wind. The desk under the window is neatly arranged with various books.

In the center of the desk are a language repeater and a globe-shaped radio. They were the prizes I won in the Xiamen Computer Competition. Whenever I see them, I feel extremely happy. On the front of the radio is a clock, and the beating minutes keep telling me to make good use of the time.

The computer, sofa, small bed, as well as the recorder and harmonica hanging on the wall constitute my paradise. Paradise has grown up with me day by day. Here, I have my own longings, dreams and thoughts; here, I understand many principles of life; here, I can sing to my heart's content and stand in front of the window when I have a whim. Play the recorder and harmonica.

Turning on the computer and surfing the Internet is an indispensable pleasure for me. Paradise gives me confidence and urges me to work hard.

I remember when I was in the third grade participating in the district math competition, there were many nights when the lights were brightly lit in the playground, and my footprints were left on the piles of math papers. I am not afraid when facing difficult problems, because there are many weapons in the paradise to help me fight my way through the sea of ??problems.

My hard work paid off and I won the first prize. I ran back to the paradise with joy, smelled the books on the table, took a look at my beloved paradise, and thought that all the hard work had paid off, I smiled.

The paradise seems to be telling me: success and hard work are directly proportional. Paradise is also my refueling station when I fail.

It was a district essay competition in fifth grade, and I failed. I, who had always been sure of winning, suddenly felt stupid, and suddenly felt that everyone was looking at me with disdain.

I lowered my head, fought back tears and returned to the paradise, lying down on the sofa in frustration. At this time, I saw the book "How Steel Was Tempered" on the table, and I felt that there was an infinite power encouraging me.

Yes! The protagonist in the book, Paul Korchagin, still insists on revolution even though he is seriously ill. But what about me? It's just that when you encounter a small setback, you become dejected. What does my setback mean compared to the pain Paul endured? Thinking of this, the shadow of failure suddenly disappeared.

I found myself again - a confident and hard-working me. So, I picked up the recorder and played it, and the beautiful music suddenly filled my paradise.

Little room, thank you! It is you who opens your arms, takes everything I love and needs, and provides it to me selflessly when I need it. You are the eternal paradise on the road of my life. 2. How to write the essay "My Paradise"

Everyone has his or her own paradise, which can bring happiness to oneself just like Lu Xun's Herb Garden. I also have my paradise, and my paradise is my room.

The facilities in my room are very simple: a small bed, a desk, a few chairs, and a TV, but it is my paradise.

Once, I called many friends to come to my house to watch TV. My little friends crowded my little room. It's more like watching TV than playing with toys. On the TV was the sound of Sun Wukong fighting with monsters and monsters. In the room was the noisy sound of my friends and I, mixed with the sounds of toys colliding, and all kinds of happy laughter, which created the happy music of my paradise. After my friends left, my room was in a mess: littered food bags; snacks dropped on the floor; mutilated toys... Of course this was a scolding from my mother, but I felt it was worth it because I was in a paradise. It was a lot of fun, and happiness is priceless!

If you asked me what my favorite thing to do in my paradise, I would tell you without hesitation: jumping on the bed.

I once asked my mother: "Which bed is the bed in my room now?" My mother said: "It's the third bed. You jumped on the first two beds. It broke, so I bought a springy bed this time to see if you can still jump!"

On this day, my parents went out again, and I couldn't resist the temptation of "trampoline", and I jumped on it again! I jumped up on the bed, and I laughed happily while jumping. The more I jumped, the harder I jumped, and the higher I jumped. I was really happy. Just when I was having fun, the bed suddenly made a "snap" sound and sank in. I quickly got out of bed and took a look, only to realize that the bed board was broken into two parts. I felt heartbroken and regretted it all the time. My heartache is that the bed that has been with me for several months suddenly turned into a pile of waste; my regret is that I would have stopped jumping if I had known better. When my mother came back and saw the broken bed, her first reaction was to scold me. Although I felt distressed, I was also a little happy. After all, I danced happily before being laid off from bed.

This is my paradise, my happy paradise! ! 3. Composition: How to write my paradise

Everyone has their own happy childhood, and in these wonderful childhoods, everyone has their own paradise. Many people's paradise is in open nature, like Lu Xun's Herb Garden, Cheng Hai's woods... Some of my friends are in the People's Square or the courtyard of the dormitory, but my paradise is in a closed place - —My room, someone will definitely ask why? Let me tell you slowly.

I remember when I was four years old, my mother specially designed a cabin of my own for me. Although my room is not too big, it seems to me that there is still a lot of space of my own for me to play in. I clearly remember everything in the room at that time. I have a beautiful little bed, a row of cabinets with many toys on the cabinets, a desk, and many, many things that belong to me. This cabin simply belongs to my own world, my paradise.

When my father and mother go to work, I often go "crazy" alone in the house. Play house with my toys. I also gave my toys some interesting names, such as Pony Benben, Little Bear Dudu, Doraemon Congcong, Little Rabbit Guaiguai, Little Monkey Jumping... and many rag dolls. I was playing house by myself in my little house, with the rag doll Lili as my mother, the rag doll Taoguo as my father, and the little rabbit and monkey as their children. Mom Lili is cooking in the kitchen, dad is reading in the study room, the bunny is playing in the yard, the monkey is jumping and climbing the tree, there are also the pony galloping, the bear Dudu and the robot cat Congcong, they are On the way to Guaiguai and Tiaodiao's house. I also dubbed them and designed their lines. I followed my father's example and said to my mother Lili: "Lili, is the food ready? It'll be a while. Guaiguai and Tiaotiao's good friends Benben, Dudu and Congcong have arrived." Then. , I imitated my mother Lili and said: "I know, everything is ready, let the children come in to eat. ..." Hey, now I think about the unrestrained and unrestrained play at that time, it's really interesting .

However, after every game, my room is always messed up by me. Once, my mother was very angry and criticized me severely. She said sternly: "Leilei, look, you have made this room a mess. You must put the toys back where they were after playing games. You must learn how to put them back." Clean up and clean up by yourself.” Then he taught me how to clean up and tidy up my room. Since then, every time I finish playing a game, I clean it up and tidy it up myself, and learned to use a dust washer. I also help my father and mother with a lot of housework.

So, my room is not only a paradise for my childhood games, but also a place where I become sensible and learn how to do things. I love my room. 4. Composition: "

My paradise is my room. There is a bed, a bedside table, a desk with a bookcase and a wardrobe in the room.

After school, I came back here, took out all the toys, and started playing fun games. First call the cats and dogs at home, then lock the door, take out toys to scare them, they will be frightened and scream, sometimes they will take out an ugly toy doll to act as a devil, and then take out a few more Be a bodyguard.

Those guards often snatched the people's food, leaving the people with nothing to eat every day.

At this time, a little boy who could do magic came. The little boy gave a wooden stick to the people and said to them: "If they come here again to rob things, you can beat them with the stick and they will run away."

Sure enough, when they came to grab things, the people beat them with sticks and they all ran away. It turned out that this was the so-called golden hoop. One day, the White Bone Demon suddenly came to this place and often drank people's blood. When the people saw this, they didn't dare to come out. At this moment, my dog ??yelled: "The people's rescue team is here!" I saw it. , it turns out that Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng all came to help these poor people escape.

I quickly asked: "Why didn't Tang Seng come?" They replied: "It's in the back!" I took a closer look and it turned out that Tang Seng was practicing martial arts in the back! After practicing martial arts, it will be no problem to defeat the Bone Demon! A fierce battle began. Tang Seng first came with Tathagata Palm, but failed to hit the White Bone Demon, and then came with Scud. This time, Bajie came, and he used a shovel to shovel the Bone Demon to pieces.

I shouted: "The Bone Demon is dead, long live Tang Monk and Bajie." Dad heard me shouting and thought something had happened. When he came in and saw toys on the ground, his face became serious. I got up, but before he could say anything, I grabbed his hair and shouted: "We caught the Bone Demon!" Hearing this, my father and I both laughed.

My room is my paradise. This paradise allows me to find fun in boredom, which is the happiest thing. Everyone is looking for their own paradise so that all happiness can be released.

But my paradise is different. It is not a dance hall with flashing lights, nor a bustling entertainment park. It is a small room that is both my study and bedroom. The small room has ordinary white walls.

The yellow-brown curtains were blowing gently in the wind. Various things were neatly arranged on the desk, with a motorized tape recorder in the center.

My father gave it to me as a birthday gift when I was a child. Whenever I see it, I feel extremely happy. The alarm clock on the corner of the bed, the beating minutes and seconds, kept telling me to make good use of the time.

The computer bed and the exquisite paintings hanging on the wall constitute my paradise. Paradise, I grow up day by day. Here, I have my own longings, dreams and thoughts; here, I understand many principles of life; here, I can sing to my heart's content, and stand on the bed when my impulse comes** * Dance wildly.

Turning on the computer and surfing the Internet is an indispensable pleasure for me. Paradise gives me confidence and urges me to work hard.

Before each final exam, many nights, the paradise was brightly lit, and piles of test papers left my footprints. There are many weapons here to assist me and help me get good grades in the exam.

The hard work pays off, and the results are indeed satisfactory. I ran back to the paradise with joy, smelled the books on the table, and smiled thinking that all the hard work had paid off.

Paradise seems to be telling me: "Success is directly proportional to hard work." Paradise is a gas station for my failure.

It was an essay competition in fifth grade, and I failed. I, who have always been competitive, suddenly felt stupid, and suddenly felt that everyone was looking at me with contempt.

I lowered my head, fought back tears and returned to the paradise, lying on the bed frustrated. At this time, I saw a book "How Steel Was Tempered", and I felt that there was an infinite power encouraging me.

Yes! The protagonist in the book, Paul%26am#8226; Korchagin, still insisted on revolution even though he was seriously ill. But what about me? It's just that when you encounter a small setback, you become dejected. Thinking of this, the shadow of failure suddenly disappeared.

I found myself again as a confident and hard-working me. In the small room, you opened your arms, took everything I loved and needed into your arms, and selflessly provided me with knowledge and principles.

You are the eternal paradise in my life! I spent my childhood at my grandma’s house, and my childhood paradise was the yard downstairs of my grandma’s house. The yard is not big, but it is enough for a child of my age to have fun. There are several poplar trees in the yard, and there is a pergola not far from the poplar trees. There are vines growing on the shed. Every summer, the adults We would put the chessboard under the pergola, and I would stand quietly and watch, not having any fun.

But the most fun thing in summer is catching grasshoppers. At noon, the scorching sun is shining, and many children are catching grasshoppers in the grass in the courtyard. Grasshoppers are big and small, with different colors. I can harvest more than a dozen grasshoppers every day, and if I am lucky, I can catch one. Whenever this happened, I would put the mantis and the grasshopper together and let them fight each other. Every time, the mantis fell first and became a delicious meal for the grasshopper.

After a heavy snowfall in winter, besides having snowball fights and making snowmen, the greatest fun is watching adults catch birds. They sweep out a clearing, scatter some millet on the ground, and use a wooden stick to prop up a tree. In the basket with gaps, people hold the rope tied to the stick, waiting for the birds to peck at it. After a while, there will be several birds that have fallen into the trap. When the rope is pulled, there is a "pop" sound and the birds are imprisoned.

I quickly stepped forward and begged my uncle to give me a bird. When I got home, I tied one leg of the bird with a rope to support myself. This was my childhood paradise. Now they have been replaced by gray buildings, but those poplar trees, the pergola and the scene of catching grasshoppers in the summer will always remain in my dreams.

The small room has ordinary white walls. The pink and green curtains were fluttering in the wind.

The desk under the window is neatly arranged with various books. In the center of the desk are a language repeater and a globe-shaped radio. They were the prizes I won in the Xiamen Computer Competition. Whenever I see them, I feel extremely happy.

Everyone is looking for their own paradise so that all happiness can be released. But my paradise is different. It is not a dance hall with flashing neon lights, nor is it lively. 5. How to write the essay "My Paradise"

On the campus tree-lined road, on the mountain path home, in the golden rice fields, by the playing pond... they are all deeply loved. It has marked the footprints of my growth. Fourteen spring, summer, autumn and winter condense the essence of life. When I look back and savor the strings of "footprints" I have walked through, I am filled with emotions. The most unforgettable thing for me is the paradise of my wonderful childhood.

I remember that it was the mountain behind my grandma’s house. It was like a giant. In spring, flowers and green grass dress it in colorful clothes. Facing the spring breeze, it sways, as if to attract people, saying: "Come and admire my clothes! How beautiful." In summer, green trees The sun is scorching in the sky, but under its cover, I feel extremely cool. In autumn, the fallen leaves cover it with golden clothes, and it also wears some ornaments with bells on it - the numerous fruits, looking up from a distance, ah! So beautiful! In winter, Xueer put it into a snow-white dress. When the sun came out and the wind blew, it was wearing white clothes and showing a little bit of its skin from time to time.

Unknowingly, it has become an indispensable part of my childhood life and my childhood paradise.

I remember one time, my elder sister and my younger sister came to this long-lost "friend". We decided to have a picnic. The mountain was not too far from my grandma's house, which was more convenient. We hurried from there. The family had cleaned up the items needed for the picnic, and we went to the top of the mountain together. We found a piece of flat land with no grass and a big tree to protect us from the wind to avoid causing a fire. We laid out all the utensils and it was time to divide the work. Because we were young, we had never After moving the tableware, we just saw our parents cooking and cooking. So we were all stunned and didn't know what to do. My sister suddenly said to us: "We are already here anyway. No matter whether he knows it or not, let's give it a try." Let’s go!” My sister and I nodded hesitantly in agreement and divided the work. My sister collected the firewood, washed the vegetables with the water, washed the dishes, my sister chopped the vegetables and made the fire, and I cooked the vegetables. In this way, we started our respective work, with two pots, one for cooking and one for frying. Since there was no lid on the pot, the rice was cooked open. My sister burned the fire very brightly. As soon as the oil was put in, it started to fry like crazy, and then everywhere It splashed all over the place, and I avoided it for a long time, shivering, shivering. Finally, the food was cooked, but the rice was not yet cooked! Wait and wait, wait and wait, you look at me, I look at you, and burst into laughter, look at my sister, her face is black, look at my sister, there is water everywhere, and she is a lot wet, look again Myself, my face turned red with fear from the oil. The rice was finally cooked. We found another clean place and set up the meal table. "I'm using my chopsticks!" my sister shouted loudly. We used our chopsticks one after another. The sister who got the first chopstick put the food into her mouth. The food immediately spit out, "It's so salty!" I smiled sheepishly: "I'm sorry, it's my first time cooking, so please forgive me.

"Although the meal was not very delicious, we still managed to finish it.

Childhood is beautiful. We were so innocent and innocent in childhood. Whenever I recall the past events of my childhood, I will After inadvertently accumulating some revelations, I finally understood that only by observing more details in life and doing more things within my power can I live a better life!

Although, my childhood has already been full! No more. But the good memories still remain! Let us cherish our current life and do something more meaningful! 6. How to describe the essay "My Paradise"

I spent the best time of my childhood on campus. It was the paradise of my childhood. The campus was full of vitality and full of books. I felt very happy studying on such a campus.

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Needless to say, the sweet-scented osmanthus is in bud, looking like a shy little girl; nor does it need to be said that the leaves of the pomegranate tree are green and full of vitality; just speaking of the ordinary flowers, they are extremely beautiful. The flowers are so colorful, red, yellow, blue, white, purple... they are colorful and rival each other. The unknown, elegant little white flowers are dotted all over the small garden of the school. They are as dazzling as the colorful clouds in the sky. The rainbow is so gorgeous. Our campus is full of life and happiness.

The school’s natural scenery is beautiful, and the cultural landscape is not bad. A statue of Einstein stands among the flowers and plants in the school. As Einstein famously said: “Science is never-ending, it is an eternal mystery. "Going inside, you can see the statues of Zhang Heng and Tao Xingzhi. Climbing up the steps, I feel the school's expectations for us - to rise step by step. As we go up the steps, we can see the lively playground. Tall Looking at the teaching building, I remembered Zhang Heng’s words: “Life is about hard work, nothing can be gained without asking for anything. "I thought: You should be diligent in your studies, and you will gain something. On the playground, the students are jumping lively, and the basketball players are all lively and competitive. Some students skip rope, some play table tennis, and some run, with their faces filled with joy. Happy. Then I saw the trash can in the corner of the playground. It hides dirt but doesn't ask for it. Aren't our teachers the same? I couldn't help but think of this poem: "Spring silkworms are dead. When it's done, the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry. "

I am very happy to study on a vibrant campus. I love the beautiful campus. It is my paradise. 7. Essay on My Paradise

(1) Everyone is looking for their own paradise, so that all their happiness can be released.

But my paradise is different. It is not a dance hall with flashing neon lights, nor a bustling entertainment park. It is. My study and bedroom have ordinary white walls. The pink and green curtains are fluttering in the wind, and various books are neatly arranged on the desk under the window. .

In the center of the desk are a language repeater and a globe-shaped radio. They were the prizes I won in the Xiamen Computer Competition. Whenever I see them, I feel extremely happy. On the front of the radio is a clock, and the beating minutes keep telling me to make good use of the time.

The computer, sofa, small bed, and the recorder and harmonica hanging on the wall make up the clock. My paradise. Paradise, I grow up day by day. Here, I have my own longings, dreams and thoughts; here, I understand many principles of life; here, I can sing to my heart's content, whenever I have a whim. Standing in front of the window and playing the recorder and harmonica.

Turning on the computer and surfing the Internet is an indispensable pleasure for me. During the competition, the park was brightly lit many nights, and my footprints were left on the piles of math papers. I was not afraid when facing difficult problems, because there were many weapons in the park to help me fight my way through the sea of ??questions.

My hard work paid off, and I won the first prize. I ran back to the paradise with joy, smelled the books on the table, took a look at my beloved paradise, and thought about all the hard work. I was rewarded, and I smiled.

Paradise seemed to be telling me: Success and hard work are directly proportional.

That was the fifth grade. I was defeated in a district essay competition. I was always sure to win. I suddenly felt that everyone was looking at me with disdain.

I lowered my head, fought back tears and returned to the paradise, lying down on the sofa in frustration. At this time, I saw the book "How Steel Was Tempered" on the table, and I felt that there was an infinite power encouraging me.

Yes! The protagonist in the book, Paul Korchagin, still insists on revolution even though he is seriously ill. But what about me? It's just that when you encounter a small setback, you become dejected. What does my setback mean compared to the pain Paul endured? Thinking of this, the shadow of failure suddenly disappeared.

I found myself again - a confident and hard-working me. So, I picked up the recorder and played it, and the beautiful music suddenly filled my paradise.

Little room, thank you! It is you who opens your arms, takes everything I love and needs, and provides it to me selflessly when I need it. You are the eternal paradise in my life! (2) Childhood should be colorful, and this "colorful butterfly" should also include your own paradise.

The past remains the same, and I still remember living at my grandma’s house for a while when I was 2 or 3 years old. At that time, there was a large grassy area behind my grandma's house.

Although there is indeed only a piece of weeds, a few bluestones, two or three sycamore trees, and two ponds, it was indeed my childhood paradise. Not to mention the lush green grass, smooth bluestones, and tall sycamore trees; not to mention the chirping tits on the trees, the bees collecting nectar from the flowers, and the hounds rolling with me on the grass.

Just the fresh air can make you intoxicated. Although I was covered in fleas after rolling around with the hounds and received a lot of scolding from my grandmother, she didn't beat me because she couldn't bear to do it.

Next to the paradise is a large grove of mandarin oranges, which were picked and planted by grandpa and grandma themselves. In order to prevent me from throwing unripe mandarin oranges everywhere, my grandmother scared me and said: "There is a "Wolf Grandma" in the mandarin orange forest. She doesn't eat adults, but only eats children. As soon as you go in, she will eat you. ."

Then he told me vividly about a child who went into the tangerine forest and stole his mouth and was eaten by "Grandma Wolf". Unexpectedly, these words that were intended to scare me actually aroused my infinite interest in Guanggan Forest.

Guanggan Forest is also full of mystery in my heart, so I often go there to play and explore. Of course, in the company of a hound.

The spring paradise is colorful. The green leaves in the breeze have the potential of "the spring breeze in February is like scissors".

I saw: birds singing in the trees; bees dancing in the flowers; wild ducks playing in the pond; crabs "running rampant" in the water. My hound and I rolled in the grass, and this place was full of infinite vitality. and vitality. (3) Everyone has their own happy childhood, and in these wonderful childhoods, everyone has their own paradise.

Many people’s paradise is in open nature, like Lu Xun’s Herb Garden, Cheng Hai’s woods... Some of my friends are in the People’s Square or the courtyard of the dormitory, but my paradise is But in a closed place - my room, someone will definitely ask why? Let me tell you slowly. I remember when I was four years old, my mother specially designed a cabin of my own for me.

Although my room is not big, it seems to me that there is still a lot of space of my own for me to play in. I clearly remember everything in the room at that time.

I have a beautiful little bed, a row of cabinets with many toys on the cabinets, a desk, and many, many things that belong to me. This cabin is simply my own. Heaven and earth, my paradise. When my father and mother go to work, I often go "crazy" alone in the house.

Play house with my toys. I also gave my toys some interesting names, such as Pony Benben, Little Bear Dudu, Doraemon Congcong, Little Rabbit Guaiguai, Little Monkey Jumping... and many rag dolls.

I was playing house by myself in my little house. The rag doll Lili was the mother, the rag doll Tao Tao was the father, and the bunny and the monkey were their children. Mom Lili is cooking in the kitchen, dad is reading in the study room, the bunny is playing in the yard, the monkey is jumping and climbing the tree, there are also the pony galloping, the bear Dudu and the robot cat Congcong, they are On the way to Guaiguai and Tiaodiao's house.

I also dubbed them and designed their lines.

I followed my father's example and said to my mother Lili: "Lili, is the food ready? It'll be a while. Guaiguai and Tiaotiao's good friends Benben, Dudu and Congcong have arrived." < /p>

Then, I imitated my mother Lili and said: "I know, everything is ready, let the children come in to eat. ..." Hey, now I think of what I said when playing at that time. Unbridled, unrestrained, and really fun.

However. 8. A 300-word imitation essay "My Paradise"

A 300-word essay "My Paradise"

Everyone has a paradise in which they grow and mature. Today, I’m going to talk about my paradise—my grandpa’s old house.

In my memory, I often played hide-and-seek with my friends. Under the table, under the bed, and even in the big tank became good places for us to hide.

As time goes by, I gradually grow up and know how to appreciate. In the morning, if you look at the green vegetable leaves, you will find a few naughty little water drops running down on the leaves. I always hold it curiously with my hands, fearing that it will run away. When I was playing in the vegetable field, I occasionally saw my grandfather working in the field. Whenever this happens, I always run over and ask my grandpa to play with me. Grandpa always puts down what he is doing and kindly picks me up with his big hands. He took me in his arms and started telling stories, usually myths or things to scare me. For example, it is said that there is an old black wind monster in the mountains. If any child is disobedient, the black wind old monster will take him away... Whenever he says this, grandpa always laughs...

I love my paradise, I love every plant and tree here, and I love my grandpa even more! 9. My Paradise Composition

My Paradise

- A copy of "My Herb Garden"

In the community where I live, there is a large The garden was my childhood paradise.

Needless to say, there are neat green holly trees, smooth and interesting cobblestone paths, tall plane trees with tall canopies, and clovers full of purple flowers; it is not necessary to mention the singing cicadas singing in the leaves and the dancing butterflies in the flowers. The noisy magpies swooped down from the sky and disappeared into the lush leaves. The promenade on the west side alone is of infinite interest. The wisteria bloomed with clusters of small purple flowers. The sweet floral fragrance attracted swarms of bees busy among the flowers, and beautiful butterflies dancing among the flowers. Near the corridor, there are two tall gladioli plants. In the middle of the thick opposite leaves, there are upright style columns, which are covered with white flowers like small bells. On summer nights, if you listen carefully in the grass beside the corridor, you will hear the sound of crickets. If you take a step closer to it, it will stop singing. If you walk gently over and slowly push aside the grass, you will see a little cricket flapping its wings and singing loudly.

The garden in winter is relatively boring. The north wind howls, and the sycamore trees with all their leaves look so lifeless. Even the willow trees are bent over, enduring the test of wind and rain. It seems that if they don’t pay attention, they will The branches were broken and the trees were broken. When it snows, everything changes here. We build snowmen and have snowball fights here. Under the cover of the holly trees, we will be hit by the snowballs of our companions if we are not careful. If the hit partner does not get up immediately, he will be "dressed" as "Santa Claus" in the blink of an eye.

The most lively time among flowers is probably spring, when the garden is full of life. The willow tree has grown long green hair, and the willow flute calls for spring; the sycamore tree is full of purple flowers, and the trumpet plays the music of spring; above the corridor, the wisteria blooms like clusters of flowers like grapes, and mushrooms Beside the pavilion, magnolia bloomed with flower buds that had been brewing all winter; in front of the fence, morning glories and pink roses climbed all over the fence, showing off their respective flowers like a competition. In the open space, we flew kites and roller-skated. On the playground, we played basketball and jumped rubber bands. Even in front of the bare stone tables and benches, there were scenes of us fighting for the general. The whole garden is filled with the fragrance of spring flowers, and the dense clusters of clovers are also rushing to bloom, weaving a charming flower carpet for the garden.

I love this garden, its four seasons, its freshness, and its fragrance. And because she grew up with me, I will never forget her—my son. paradise of time.