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Xiaoyu Nanshan prose
Accustomed to getting up early, I left the hotel at dawn The bus home is still early. I thought of nanshan park, the annual apricot blossom poetry meeting, and found the way with joy. Although I can't attend the poetry meeting, it is also a pleasure to go and see it first.

The rain is sleepy, and the tide is not wet. The willows on the roadside have released thin Ye Er, such as crystal fresh water grass, which is intoxicating green. Water droplets are still quivering at the tip of the blade.

Walk along the green land, not far from the south bridge out of the city. The water under the bridge passes through the city, but flows west. Far away, I saw Nanshan, green MengMeng and heavy rain and fog. Nearby, but I saw the four big green letters "nanshan park" striking. Green is also the characteristic of the garden at this time, as if the city's green is gathered here. Standing at the door, green stools flooded in.

Entering the garden gate, there is a layer of stone steps, and there is a circular asphalt road winding to both sides under the stone steps. On the stone steps are two lush old trees. They stood there majestically, guarding the garden in spring. Walking on the stone steps, in the depths of the trees, in the lush green places, I saw the towering monument to heroes. Standing quietly for a while, I saw apricot flowers blooming on a high slope. This is apricot blossom, a kind of tree mixed among all kinds of trees, not the pink one as expected. Maybe I haven't reached the depths of the apricot blossom. When I came here yesterday, I saw flowers blooming all over the mountain on the bus. Although it is far away, the sea of flowers all over the mountains still shocked me. The apricot blossom in the apricot blossom poetry club will be more prosperous, and it is this idea that makes me a little lost.

On an asphalt road leading to the center of the garden. There are neat green tree walls on both sides. Morning exercisers are running, walking, boxing and practicing in that open space. These are not my interests. I'm looking for apricot flowers, a beautiful cable bridge under the teacher's lens. Several old apricots appeared in the forest, not in pieces, but mostly in two or three trees. They gathered together and scattered in the garden. The trees are full of colorful petals. I hope the poems will still bloom brilliantly when they are held. I don't know if anyone in the poetry club brushed me. I am looking for apricot flowers, and he is looking for inspiration to write apricot flowers.

On the lawn, a small green tree attracted me, and I was completely fascinated. The apricot flowers on the side have faded out of my sight. How can this green grass be so green? It's green, too. Its green is different. Full of vitality, it is a childlike green. Instant integration into the body and mind, as if people are green.

The rain was still falling, and a group of mature men ran past me shouting their songs. In the south of the garden, I saw another apricot flower. It is also open by one person, and it is somewhat lonely under the infiltration of rain. Several women with umbrellas hurried by without looking. A few petals drifted down obliquely, landed on the asphalt road, and were submerged in many petals, which were blurred.

The top of the mountain is a circular lawn, next to the fitness square, and the marble floor shines. On the fitness equipment, some people are doing exercise, probably because it is raining and there are not many people.

After leaving here, I walked to the north. All the way down, the slope is not very big. Both sides are the same green and tall trees. Occasionally looking eastward, I saw a red pavilion looming in the depths of the green forest. You can still hear the sound of erhu. That's probably what poets who have never met on the Internet often refer to as "Listening to Taoge". Because there is still a long way to go, it should be clear that there is no past if you want to take a detour. I only saw this pavilion at the top of the garden.

Larch is always so tall and straight, and its stalwart body goes straight into the sky. Needle-like leaves, the same green oil. This slope is dominated by it. I remember picking mushrooms in larch forest when I was a child, standing on soft pine needles and listening to birds singing, and I couldn't help staying here for a long time. The forest is still very clean, and the miscellaneous trees and shrubs in the larch forest will never grow, which is probably related to the integrity of this tree.

When you reach the bottom of the slope, go west along this road. I didn't take the main road, but the path paved with bluestones in the larch forest. Among the bluestones, clumps of green grass are squeezed in the crevices and extend far away along the bluestone path. I see stone tables and benches in the distance, and pavilions in the distance. That must be the cable bridge I am looking for.

Sure enough, that's the pavilion by the bridge. Countless wooden boards are laid on the chain and extend to the other side of the bridge, where there is the same Hong Ting, which is far from here. Walking on the bridge deck, my feet are shaking. My heart is beating a little fast. Walk carefully to the other side and get used to shaking. I feel the thrill of shaking the chain back and forth. Under the bridge is a river running through the city. It seems that the beautiful picture of the cable bridge taken by the teacher is also in it. The teacher's lens, always in the casual world, takes a picture of heart fibrillation.

Stopping under the bridge, the vibration of the bridge still makes my heart beat. After a long walk, my legs are still flying.

At the end of the road, it turns south and gradually reaches the top of the slope. It is not uncommon to see all kinds of trees along the way, and you can see them in the northeast. It seems that they are all gathered here. They seem to be returning, spewing green, even the grass in the forest is green.

When we reached the top of the slope, we saw the way when we came. The breeze is gentle and the rain is dancing. Among the green hills, the first apricot blossom is blooming more and more brightly. The apricot blossom poetry meeting may start there. In the poet's eyes, only this apricot flower is also inexhaustible Nanshan and inexhaustible beauty! They have beautiful hearts!

Goodbye, Nanshan!