Old People and the Park_英语文章

　　This is a garden where fresh air gathers， early bird twitters in the morning. This is a resort where people walk， run， fly kites or sit peacefully on the grass. This is， above all， the paradise for old people singing， dancing快乐王子读后感 and expressing their love for life. Coming here around the time of sunrise， everyone is to be impressed by the park’s glamour and the shinning smile on its da全国2卷ncer’s faces.

　　I am a new——comer of this park， despite the fact that it has situated behind our campus for years， but I am already an enthusiastic audience of the park’s grey——haire夸奖老师的句子d performers.

　　On the centre of the park is a lake （however it’s without water now， for fear of drowning kids maybe）， beside which is a gallery. Five to seven old people sit together as a band in the gallery， one sounding the tambourine， one playing the Suona， one fluting and the rest playing the Erhu. Surely a beautiful——voiced soprano is also there singing heartily with her microphone. The musicians of this park are all at their late fifties and sixties， some even older. However they play vibrantly， they sing emotionally and skillfully. The group members cooperate perfectly with each other. It seems when they are singing， nothing but the very music is visible in their eyes.

　　Merry sound of Uigurian music is echoing around， one must react instantly that a swarm of Uighurs must be recreating somewhere. However， at the itch of curiosity， one may approach the soul—touching music and heartily dancing crowd， surprisingly to find that people who are over half—a—century old in stylish clothing， blinking their typical C泛起涟漪hinese eyes to the partners， and imitating as alike as they can the motions of a colorfully dressed Uigurian uncle， who dances proudly and friendly among the crowd. Couples that are a bit senile get attracted by the spectacle， and stealthily slide into the group， stretching their extremities with happiness reflecting from their eyes. The on—watchers can’t check themselves any longer， waving and wobbling subconsciously in tone with the music. Dancing figures covered the playground and extended to every lane connecting to it. The early light of the sun touches the golden leaves on the wayside and the ground. Pairs of feet gracefully caress the leaves， seducing them to jump and dance for a while. One dance after another， the wonderful feelings appeal so much to every soul that people find it too hard to stop dancing…

　　Then take a last look at the ten—meter—high hill. People are flying kites， chatting about their own family， or sit and feel the warmth of early autumn on the top of the hill. Upon the 我的理想200字grassland， some old people are practicing Taiji with their swords and other equipments.

　　The park is prosperous each morning with music， dances and other healthy activities. It is also thriving with smiling faces， content and cheerful souls of those grey—haired men and women.

　　Oct 4th， 2014