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A masterwork, today's flower lake, really very beautiful is very beautiful. A after rain, the sky was clear, blue sky with white clouds float, reflected in the clear water of the lake, quietude, its beauty. The green grass of endless, covered with golden color floret, like golden carpet, spread out the extending far away. Wood is built to depths of the zhanqiao pier. Winding grass, like a snake, there may be a secluded spot where. The grass flock like cloud, courser fragments run scream called days. A pair of geese flew across the sky, and stay tourists in our heart is that sound like songs of the ark. Days in the water, the water in the lake, spent on grass, people in the picture. Tourists in the flower of the grass lake frolic, heartily photos, to indulge in SaHuan, enjoy the zoige flower lake brought people's natural beauty, ecological beauty, harmony between man and nature beauty.


If, say, flower lake, beauty lies in its original it, let my thoughts expand into several decades ago that special time, remember the reds predecessors through the grass. Ought to say, then zoige grassland, and today's flower lake have the same atmospheric beauty, everything is pure natural. The day is blue, and the grass is green and flowers is yellow, and the water is pure of, what is different side, "fast-changing environment, warlord heavy war." The reds ancestors to national survival, began in modern wars of strategic big shift to avoid the kuomintang to encircle the compelled to go into this piece of big grass, in the sparsely populated, thin air place, through the limits of life, through the long march is the most difficult for a period of time. So, today of I, if say to enjoy flower lake of natural beauty, true rather goes to visit the reds martyrs here. From cars into the scenic area, the moment I gaze at sight this piece of flowers like brocade grass, that was how hard hard line, the reds again in this grassy, gave his young life?


A whisper and they came, not felt malbork past, spring is born. The field of wheat seeding awakening, jointing sound, dandelion night seemed to hear the chrysanthemum also closed his eyes to sleep, underground insects, in continually peristalsis, competing, rob the arch out ground, report the arrival of spring. Dandelion wake up, a flower open your eyes spring and pure and fresh.