As soon as I entered the park, I saw a beautiful flower bed composed of flowers. The bright chrysanthemums on both sides of the road are beautiful. People come and go in the park, and laughter is everywhere. Many children blow colorful bubbles in the square, and kites fly proudly in the sky.

When I entered the park, it was quiet, and the leaves on both sides fell one after another, as if lifelike paratroopers were slowly jumping off with small yellow parachutes, or as if pairs of dancers were dancing gorgeous waltzes, they were circling and flying in the air unhurriedly, and finally the leaves returned to their roots and the earth. The lush grass under the tree began to turn yellow, but as long as there is hope, the grass can start its ordinary and energetic life again.

We saw a group of people singing in chorus, with a conductor in front. When the song reached its climax, he jumped up excitedly. I saw that they were very tired, but they were very proud, because they were singing praises to the motherland, the party and the martyrs. Their loud songs spread all over the park and reached the hearts of the people. I seem to see Chairman Mao shouting loudly: "The people of China and the Republic of China have been established, and the people of China have stood up since then;" I seem to see the PLA bravely fighting the enemy; I seem to see Dong Cunrui bombing the enemy's bunker. That powerful singing voice is engraved in people's hearts.