After lunch, mom, baby and grandma went to the wetland park for an outing and wrote about the spring in the wetland park. By the time we got to the north gate, the stall owner had tried the delicious Taiwan Province sausage, which was very attractive. I pestered my mother to buy two, which eased my appetite.

Walking through the small door of the stone foundation, we came to the park. Through the low pavilion, our eyes opened wide: groups of people were playing, talking and laughing, talking about the warmth of today; The winter jasmine at the bridgehead is blooming, yellow and full of flowers and bones, vowing the arrival of spring; The weeping willows under the bridge grow green buds, and the wicker hangs down hard, trying to fall into the river; A breeze blew and the river rippled. ...

The grass on the roadside emerged from the hay, fresh and green, like a wheat seedling. In the third grade of primary school, I wrote "Writing Spring in Wetland Park". The small shrubs of pyracantha have also changed into green clothes.

Unconsciously, we came to Yaochi, where five swans were swimming leisurely. Seeing the tourists coming, they approached gracefully. When people feed them things like bread crumbs, they shout, as if to say, children are chasing and playing on the shore.

The spring in the wetland park is really beautiful!