A fountain symbolizing peace.
Last summer, my father took me to play in Nagasaki, Japan, and came to the Peace Park. I heard that this place was bombed by American atomic bombs during World War II. What kind of story will there be here? With a string of question marks, I walked into the park.
Outside the park, I can see a tall statue. Take a closer look, my god! It's really spectacular, but I don't understand what it means. A strong, naked man sat on a stone, with one finger pointing at the sky and one hand holding horizontally. His eyes were naturally closed and his face was full of sadness. The tour guide uncle said that the hand pointing to the sky was talking about the harm of the atomic bomb, and the winning hand represented peace. Closed eyes are praying for the victims. I suddenly realized that it seems that this atomic bomb is really harmful.
Further on is the famous Peace Fountain. The bright spring water is changing its shape, and sometimes it looks like the wings of a dove representing peace. The spring water is clear and transparent, without any pollution. I think the world without war is as clear and pure as this spring. And next to the ruins, there are only a few bricks like steel bars and coal blocks, as well as bare grass. So this must be a happy paradise for people. They lost their homes, family and friends in this sudden explosion. This clear and transparent stream must also be telling that tragic story.
In front are peace statues of various countries, with different characters and languages. Finally found the words of our motherland, which read-China people * * * and national gifts, what? There is a big question mark in my heart. At that time, the Japanese made people in our country suffer a lot, but we gave them statues ourselves. Really, if I were you, I would praise the American way! I told my father what I thought, but my father told me seriously, "What do you think this place is?" "Peace Park!" I calmly replied: "So, our country loves peace, tolerates others and is very open-minded!" " My father has a point. We won't ignore the truth because of our previous differences.
After returning home, I checked the information to understand the reasons and understood my father's words. In the future, I also want to be an open-minded and inclusive person. The clear white dove spring also built a most beautiful bridge!
Spring is the soul of Wuquan Mountain.
Wuquan Mountain is named after springs, including Mozi Spring, Yue Quan, Hui Quan, Ganlu Spring and Mengquan. Wuyan springs are all over Wuquan Mountain, like five pearls, shining under the forest rocks of Wuquan Mountain.
Spring is the soul of Wuquan Mountain. Spring water, always flowing, for fear of not keeping up with time; Spring, next to the castle peak, because of it, the scenery shows aura; Spring water seeps from the mountains, which is warm in winter and cool in summer. Water, spring water, spring water from Wuquan Mountain, it is really difficult to drink such spring water in arid Lanzhou. In Wuquanshan Park, the cool springs are connected with each other, and the source is inseparable, so are you and me. Water is connected with water, and there is no water. It's amazing! Large and small pools are distributed in the park, like huge night pearls scattered in every corner of the park. When you look closer, it turns out that the water plants set off the pool and dyed it green, as crystal clear as jade. Some pools are covered with stones for people to walk around. These stones seem to add a few white spots to the night pearl. It leans against the mountain and reflects the water. People standing on the stone have a feeling of being in a fairyland. Spring water flows from five springs in the mountains and spews in the park. It seems to be singing happily, cheering people on: I'm back again, holding the spring water, but playfully seeping through my fingers and dripping into the pool. Reaching into the water, a chill came to my mind. You can still see your hands clearly in the water. Take a bite, ha! Sweet and cold, the whole person seems to be bathed in a pool. The sound of spring is still ringing, dancing and singing happily. Every tourist is intoxicated with it, immersed in the singing of spring water and the accompaniment of breeze.
Tears of spring water
In a dream town in Grimm's fairy tales, there lived a "spring water", which brought the magic of water and benefited the people in the town. Every day, with the light of hope shining on the earth, when the birds are curling up in the smoke, they show off their throats to welcome the morning, and the spring water gushes out of the well, waiting for the innocent smiles on the faces of the townspeople. With a wave of his hand, the water droplets will gather through the thin light and scatter to the soft hearts of the townspeople. I don't know when it started. The land waiting to be moistened sucked up the clarity of water, and the floor waiting to be cleaned was covered with dew. In this way, the spring always appears when the townspeople need him, and the spring is also happy with its own water magic. His magic gradually led the town to progress.
Day after day, year after year, the spring water has been harmonious in the big family of the town, which is gratifying and gratifying. The spring has never sighed, and another water source is gradually added every day. He seems very happy because he is very busy.
Gradually, the town was updated and there was a factory. But the townspeople need spring water and spend a lot of energy on the factory. Spring said nothing, but happily paid for this dream town. From vibrant mornings to dreamy nights, from chemical wells to tall factories. After work, the spring will sit on the top of the fairy-tale red tile house. The spring water is happy, but the scene of depression has melted into the blue eyes of the spring water over time. I don't know why, after a long time, the people in the town seem to be a pile of drowned dead branches. In the past, enthusiasm rarely appeared on the spring water, and even regarded the spring water as the express delivery of specialty food stores. The spring is walking in the street, and only some children are around it excitedly.
On a happy afternoon, Quanshui sat on the roof after doing business. He looked at a small factory not far away and felt a sense of accomplishment. Slowly, he stayed alone on the roof for a long time, watching the factory for a long time, but he couldn't help feeling sad: the sky as blue as his eyes had been bombarded feebly by the "gun barrel" of the factory, and even the passing white clouds were almost dyed into a dirty coal color? Just then, Chunshui's heart was suddenly shattered by a hammer, and he suddenly felt that black was not just as horrible as before. He seemed to think of something, and his thoughts suddenly sailed to the sea. He knew that no matter how hard he sprinkled clean water, it would be polluted, turned into black water, and then flowed into the vast sea.
The spring is so sad that I don't want to think about it anymore. He doesn't want to pay any more. He felt that he had never been home. The spring feels left. So in the evening when the morning glow smoked the red sky, the spring water shed crystal tears.
Spring water flows into the mountains.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong, who plays the piano on the mountain? Oh, it turns out that a clear spring gushed out from a crack in the stone and came to this sunny world.
Spring water flows into the mountains, and men in the mountains carry buckets to draw water. Spring says, "Come on! Come on! I have a lot of water, like natural water towers. "
The spring water flows through the bamboo forest, and the strong bamboo can see its beauty. Spring said, "Take a picture! Take a picture! My water is clear like a bright mirror. "
The spring water flows to the grassland, and the hay is consumed at one gulp. The spring said, "Drink! Drink it! My water is very sweet, and you can become stronger when you are full. "
The spring water passes through the quiet Woods, and the birds in the trees are singing. The spring said, "Sing! Sing! My piano is beautiful, just to accompany your crisp singing. "
Ding Dong! Ding Dong! Happy springs are playing the piano and running happily. Their destination is the sea.
Ding Dong, Ding Dong
Rhythm of spring water
"Hua, Hua, wow"
I heard this cheerful song in the mountains. Although the dense branches and leaves blocked my view, I can still guess that it must be the song of spring.
A breeze blew, the leaves rustled, echoing the sound of spring, just like a beautiful chorus. I heard the spring water dripping on the stone, "Ding Dong" and "Ding Dong", clear as crystal.
I followed the sound of water. Suddenly, the sky was overcast, and a flash of lightning split from the clouds and made a "rumbling" sound. After a while, it began to rain cats and dogs, and raindrops as big as peas fell from the sky. Fall in the leaves, fall in my umbrella, fall in the spring.
Spring is still jingling in the rain. Listening to this natural echo, it feels like listening to a symphony in the rain: the sound of spring, thunder and rain, so shocking! Nature is really the greatest musician, and Singin' in the Rain is beyond human's playing ability. The misty rain is a staff, which composes this beautiful movement.
The rain gradually subsided, and the sound of spring water became clearer and clearer. It sounds like a girl knocking on a triangle, bright and clear. If the symphony just now is compared to a brave warrior, then the melody at this time is like an elegant and gentle lady, beautiful and gentle.
The rain has stopped, only the rolling water drops and springs on the leaves are still jingling, as if playing the last melody in the rain.