Composition of summer vacation in Taigu Xiyuan

After a hot and dry day, I just hope that the night will come early. In the evening, in Xu Lai and Xu Lai, my mother, who is usually too lazy to wander around, had a whim and said, "Let's go to Xiyuan tonight." Naturally, I responded positively, dressed immediately and headed for Xiyuan with my mother.

Xiyuan has always been a good place for Taigu people to cool off.

As night has just fallen, the open space at the entrance of Xiyuan has already been filled with tables and chairs for eating and trolleys for selling barbecue, and the number of people in food stalls has gradually increased: a family of three is enjoying snacks and enjoying family happiness; There are groups of friends, confidants, people who eat and chat, and people who drink, plan their fists and indulge in outdoor activities. . . . . The last straw: the smoky mutton string pulled up my mother, turned left and right, "squeezed through" the crowd and entered the West Garden.

The West Garden is brightly lit and lively. You see, there are old people who help each other and take a walk after dinner. There are mother and son holding hands on the merry-go-round; On the lawn, there are also many people enjoying the cool. Some of them are sitting, others are lying down, chatting with several people, lying side by side quietly watching the stars, two people are hugging each other and whispering, and one person is sitting alone on the stone bench enjoying life. . . . . The chirping of insects is intertwined with people's whispers, as if it were natural.

But what attracts me most is the fisherman by Xiyuan Lake. They sat on the fish box, holding fishing rods in their hands, and their eyes were still staring at the floating glow sticks in the lake, like a statue. Green glow sticks are like fireflies and stars, shining and scattered on the lake. Sometimes someone passed by the fisherman, sometimes someone stopped to ask about the fishing results, and the fisherman didn't look back, just waved. That situation can't help but remind me of the poem in Hu Lingneng's "Fishing", "Passers-by wave from afar, and the fish should not be surprised." Isn't this tailored for these fishermen?

Take the winding path and come to the fake top of the mountain. Quietly, the small pavilion at the top is shrouded in dusk, adding a bit of mystery. Compared with the noise at the foot of the mountain, it looks very quiet here, like a paradise. There are few people, only a few martial arts practitioners, and everyone specializes in boxing. A stone road less than 20 meters below the mountain is connected with a stone bridge on the lake. Walking up, looking at the lake, sparkling, the lights on the shore and balcony are reflected in it, which is beautiful.

At this time, the music of the skating rink sounded, which was the kind of passionate and dynamic music. My head can't help shaking with the beat. Exciting music, children's playful voices and adults' laughter are intertwined to form a happy life movement.

The night is getting darker and the weather is getting colder. My mother is urging me to go home, and I'm still unfinished. . . .

The Xiyuan in summer is really beautiful!