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The Grace of Willows at Bai Ta Park |
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In the soft glow of early morning, golden sunlight spilled across the earth like
a delicate veil. With a heart full of joy, I made my way to Bai Ta Park, eager
to admire the willow trees in their morning glory.
As I stepped into the park, I was immediately entranced by the sight before
me—towering willow trees standing proudly along the lakeside. Dressed in lush
green foliage, their branches danced lightly above the rippling water, creating
a scene so serene, it felt like a dream brought to life.
The trunks of the willows, weathered and dry, were etched with the deep grooves
of time, resembling the wrinkles on a kindly grandmother’s face. Their long,
slender branches stretched outward like the spokes of a giant umbrella. As I
stood there in awe, I was reminded of the classic poem "Ode to the Willow" by He
Zhizhang:
"Adorned in jade, they rise so tall,
Ten thousand strands of emerald threads fall.
Who carved these delicate leaves so fine?
In February, the spring breeze wields its design."
The willows’ verdant branches arched gracefully downward, reminiscent of the
elegant braids of a Xinjiang girl. When the wind stirred, the trees swayed in
rhythm, their movement gentle and poetic. The cicadas’ chorus echoed from the
branches, a natural symphony filling the air. Each willow leaned toward the
next, as if whispering secrets, their leaves brushing like old friends walking
arm in arm. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting shimmering spots of
light like scattered stars.
The lake beneath mirrored the sky above, making the blue seem deeper, the clouds
whiter. With trees encircling the water and water reflecting the trees, the
entire scene resembled an endless scroll of traditional Chinese painting—alive,
yet still, like time paused.
The surface of the lake acted as both a camera and a mirror, capturing our
laughter and joy in its glassy stillness. When the breeze skimmed across,
ripples unfurled like silk ribbons drifting in the wind—soft, fluid,
mesmerizing.
Together, the willows and the lake formed a living masterpiece—an exquisite
painting by Mother Nature herself, portraying the harmony between earth and
water, stillness and motion.
Bai Ta Park, adorned with the elegance of willows and the shimmering beauty of
its lake, left an imprint on my heart. I love you, graceful, celestial willow
trees—your beauty speaks in silence, and I am forever moved. |
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