Parks are my favorite places to go. Bathed in the warm and gentle sunshine, I lie on the lawn, holding a poetry book in my hand to read. Occasionally, my attention is drawn away from the book to the scene around me,
which is unique in spring.Thought there're birds singing, grass swinging, and flowers smiling, one sharp white figure is gradually taking up my whole view. It's a girl, dressed in a white gown, walking slowly to wards me. Breeze brushes my face, and carries the aroma from the girl.She is strolling down the path while her figure is rising and falling so smoothly and peacefully. The rhythm of her move ments composes an elaborate melody. Her soft hair flows down to her waist, on which the sunshine casts a light of ring.
The gown outlines her pretty curves.
Her skin looks so delicate that it, I'm sure, must feel as smooth as silk.Now she is in my reach, only a foot from me.
My heart beating in excitement, I swiftly jump up, and bow a little just in the way gentlemen do, motioning a greeting to her.
As a response, she turns around and gives me a smile, which reveals her gentleness
a desirable character, not judged by appearance but fully perceived by what you find in her eyes. She continues walking and soon is out of sight, but I'm still there, realizing that there is really something left inscribed in my heart.
