A fascinating place

Hu Guifen

Spring is coming, and the spring breeze wakes up nature. Look, the messenger of spring has brought the green that has just sprouted. Scattered, hazy, seemingly green, this green may be the prelude to the vitality of nature, is the hope that people see after a long, desert winter! Entering puzhehei, there are more characteristics.

Into the puzhehei, seems to have entered a new small world. No worries, no melancholy, only nostalgia and good memories. When entering the gate, the first thing you see is the exquisitely carved bull's head statue, which gives people a feeling of walking into the ancient times and seems to have approached the interesting folk life.

Entering the gate, the endless green thorns made people a little blinded. However, all this was brought by the beautiful messenger of spring. It was she who put on new clothes for the earth and she decorated Puzhehei. The branches and leaves race to spit green, giving off a pungent aroma. The wicker by the river swings her lovely little hand under the breeze. She never likes others to kiss her. When you can't help yourself and touch her, she runs shy one meter away.

Come to the flat between the dam, let a person have a kind of fresh, leisurely, beautiful, clean feeling. Here is surrounded by mountains and rivers, people can't help but want to hug it, people can't help but want to run and shout loudly. It was even more fun when you opened your voice and shouted loudly. Before the cry fell, a large group of white swans took off their shadows and flew straight from the dense grass to the vast and blue sky. Look at that, the blue sky reflects the green land is a beautiful scenery line.

In the morning, the rising mountains surrounded the layers of mist that had not yet dispersed. looming into view. A light bird flings through the dense woods, and I am intoxicated by the sweet song of a group of elves and the clattering of leaves.

In a light boat, along a circuitous and transparent running water, the trembling sound of running water, the smiling sound of flowers, and the happy and green cries of birds, together with a beautiful symphony of all things in nature.

The sunny summer day came, and Puzhehei's laughter became louder. People gathered together in boats. Although it was not a water-splashing festival, it was better than a water-splashing festival. Water splashed and laughter resounded throughout the valley. In the evening, as the birds faded away, the streams and springs seemed to rest as night fell. At the other end of the mountain, the red sun no longer dazzling also adds a gorgeous stroke. The clouds covered the sun behind them, and the sun that refused to admit defeat still shone red light through the cracks, setting the cloud with Phnom Penh, which was extremely beautiful. If I were a painter, I must draw it down as a treasure of my life. The animals seem to be gazing at this side of the beautiful world. Summer night, the light with the new moon, the breeze blowing in my heart, let me put aside the trouble, put down the pressure of learning, enjoy all this. The stars of the sky are scattered on the water and on the roof; they are scattered in my eyes to make a quiet night look spectacular.

The sky here is also very special, blue, but different from the general blue, it has no trace of adding color, like the lake water that has not been polluted evenly spread over my head......

Puzhehei, you are really a fascinating place, a paradise for me to sing!