Qianfo Mountain, Daming Lake and Baotu Spring are three famous places of interest in Jinan. Now just say Baotu Spring.

Out of the west gate of Jinan, you can see a gurgling water on the bridge, shallow and fresh, flowing from south to north. The weeping willows on the shore are reflected on the water, green and quiet. This water comes from Baotu Spring. Without Baotu Spring, Jinan will lose half its charm.

Go south along the stream and you will arrive at Baotu Spring Park. An open spring pool, almost square, occupies more than half of the park. The water in the pool is very clean, and you can see fish and algae clearly. In the west of the center of the spring pool, there are three big spring eyes. The water rises from the spring, half a meter above the water surface, and keeps rolling like boiling. The three water columns are all as big as the wellhead, flashing all the time, lifelike, as if never tired. It would be better if you came to play in winter. A white and light hot air rises from the pool surface and floats on the dark green seaweed, leading you into a mysterious realm. There are countless Koizumi eyes by the pool. Some bubbles are constantly bubbling, and even small bubbles are connected in a string, like a string of pearls swaying with the current. Some pop up a dozen bubbles every once in a while, only to see the bubbles jump briskly, as if you were chasing after me. Some bubbles come out for a long time. Those bubbles are relatively large, mostly flat. When they rise, they will shake and break when they touch water. Under the sunshine, the blisters, large and small, are colorful, which is incomparable to any jewelry.

After seeing spring, go north, pass several stalls, and then go out of the north gate.

"Back" Zhu Ziqing

I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back.

That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I want to go back to my hometown in Xuzhou with my father from Beijing. When I went to Xuzhou, I saw my father's messy things and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "

Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.

In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter was not suitable; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I repeatedly advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!"

We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I paved the seat with the purple coat he made for me. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time!

I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. Then I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " "I watched him go out. He took a few steps, turned around and saw me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside." When his back was mixed with the crowds coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.

In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. As a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But I haven't seen him for the last two years. He finally forgot my fault and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, so my departure time is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!

Ye Shengtao, Lotus

I entered the park early this morning, smelled a fragrance, and ran to the lotus pond. The lotus blooms a lot. Lotus leaves are dense, like a big disk, with a green face and a light bottom. Bai Lianhua is opened between these big disks. Some just spread out two or three petals. Some petals spread out completely, revealing a small bright yellow lotus flower. Some are still full of flowers and skinny, looking full and about to burst.

There are so many Bai Lianhua. Do you have one with the same posture? No, there is a flower posture. Look at this. It's beautiful. Look at that. Beautiful, too. You can sketch. There are four paintings of Mr. Qi Baishi hanging in the Zhang family next door to my house, all of which are lotus flowers and ink strokes. I counted, four managers drew fifteen flowers, all of which had their own merits and were beautiful. If the lotus leaf in front of us is regarded as a vivid painting, the artist's ability is greater than that of Qi Baishi. Who is that painter? ...

I suddenly feel like a lotus. Wearing snow-white clothes, it smells good. The sun shines on me, and I unbutton my clothes and open my chest, which is very comfortable. A gust of wind blew, I danced with the wind, and my white clothes fluttered with the wind. Not only me, but also a pool of lotus flowers is dancing. Isn't this like the scene where many swans dance together in the movie Swan Lake? When the wind passed, I stopped dancing and stood there quietly. Dragonflies come and tell me the joy of flying in the morning. The little fish swam below and told me the good dream I had last night. ...

Zhou Xing and Ping Li called me on the other side of the pool, and I remembered that I am me, not a lotus flower.

I suddenly feel like something else. This has happened before. One morning, when I was watching morning glory at school, all the flowers were as big as rice bowls. Purple is very bright, and it will look better with white edges. I can see God, and I feel like a morning glory, smiling at the lovely sunshine. Another time, when I watched the goldfish in the park, I could see God and felt like a goldfish. The pectoral fin is like a small fan, flapping gently, and the big tail is softer than silk and swings slowly. There is no sound in the water, very quiet, very quiet. ...

I think this situation is the material of poetry and can be used as poetry. I'm going to try poetry-of course, I have to think it over.