Qingdao taipingjiao park

Taipingjiao Park is to me what Ditan is to Shi Tiesheng. The difference is that I am luckier than him. When he stepped into the altar, he looked barren and decadent, but the Taiping Cape Park I entered was full of vitality. The park is not big, but it left me too many memories. Just as Shi Tiesheng said: In a densely populated city, it is like God's painstaking arrangement to have such a quiet place.

In the past two years, I have set foot in this garden countless times. From different entrances, I have walked almost every road and path here. A main road in the middle of the park is divided into two relatively independent areas. Occasionally, people pass by in twos and threes in the garden: an aunt doing morning exercises with a sword on her back, an uncle who beat Tai Ji Chuan, and an office worker who hurried on with a backpack. What impressed me was an uncle in a wheelchair. Almost every morning, accompanied by him, he would wander in the garden or walk across the garden to the boardwalk by the sea. He should have had a serious stroke, and it was difficult to get up from the wheelchair and walk, but his self-discipline and persistence moved me.

And an aunt. That summer, she came to the seaside observation deck on time almost every morning and practiced cutting 1000 times. After that chat with her, I realized that she was suffering from hypertension, diabetes and other diseases, and she came here from Urumqi, Xinjiang to recover. Full of praise for Qingdao's seaside environment, "everywhere is like a garden", my aunt saw the beautiful side of Qingdao. She asked me: When will this ebb tide rise? To tell the truth, when I was growing up by the sea, I knew that the tide should be related to the moon phase, but I didn't know why. Maybe this is the law of nature. The full moon is weak, the tide rises and falls, and everything follows suit, which has not changed since ancient times.

In the west of the garden, there is a round flower bed in the middle, which is said to have turned out to be a pond. Now it is covered with green grass, and occasionally there are frogs. Surrounded by a circle of wooden plank roads, this is my natural sports ground. I can't remember how many mornings I will come here on time, play a piece of light music, breathe the air of grass and do several groups of rehabilitation exercises. Or follow the aunts behind for a while. There is a maze made of flower beds in the northeast corner of the garden, which is my son's favorite place to play. Of course, there is also a maple forest here. In autumn, the red maple leaves full of trees will arouse people's infinite reverie.

Outside the south gate of the garden is a pavilion, which I call the "Sea Pavilion". Sitting on the pavilion, from a distance, the sea and sky are the same color, and the white clouds overlap. At the junction of sea and sky, there is an island lying across the sea. Closer, there are huge ships and several small boats moving on the sea, and occasionally speedboats pass by, and a white arc glides across the sea. Closer to the camera is the beach reef, with green trees and red tiles. The nearest place is people who do morning exercises on the wooden plank road and punch in under the "welcome pine" Isn't this the beauty of "the most Qingdao"? Newcomers who take wedding photos are also in an endless stream. I don't know how many people put this beautiful Qingdao Sea in wedding photos and memories. This may be the "vows of eternal love". Speaking of fog, the "sea pavilion" becomes a "tide pavilion". At that time, you will see another kind of scenery, a red sun, breaking through the clouds and rising slowly from the sea level. Although the fog lock is weak, the sun will still rise every day!

Once, what I used to do was to go to the seaside in the early morning or at dusk, sit under that pine tree and listen to orchid yoga for a while. A string of happy bubbles rose from the sea, and waterfowl crossed the sea, ebbing and flowing. Therefore, the reef is exposed to the sea, and the smooth stone washed by the sea water can clearly feel the height of the sea water from a distance. All this, under the blue sky, is so harmonious, in the words of now, there is no sense of disobedience. Choosing to practice in seclusion is also the friendship between man and nature.

That day, I sat in the sea-watching pavilion that I have been to countless times. Free your feet from the shackles of shoes. Looking at the distant sky, the nearby sea and the waves in front of me, Li Jian's "Sea, Hometown" rings in my ears. When I heard that sentence: The sea, the sea, like my mother, travels all over the world and is always by my side … I can't help crying. At first, I cried, then I cried. I don't want to take it anymore. At that moment, I wanted to cry all the grievances and vent all the entanglements, confusions and puzzles in recent years-just facing the sea, maybe only he can understand me.