Picking up the autumn colors, the forest covers the sun, the sky is painted, the migratory birds want to fly, send incense notes, when will the spring breeze return? Before I knew it, my grandfather went from summer to autumn. The park full of fallen leaves silently tells the changes of all things, and Songle Park, which is only one street away from Labor Park, has no grand momentum or eye-catching name, and is more like a back garden between two small districts.
At the entrance of the park, you can see a stack of sculptures of books, but the four big seal characters on it, I didn't care to see it up close, and it is also a unique imprint of the park. In addition, the ground is similar to the sundial of the big circle, the center is engraved with the 12 words of the heavenly stem, for a while did not understand the meaning of this, did not find the corresponding clear sign, and can only blame himself for being shallow in learning. The big brother security guard in the park saw that I was as fierce as a tiger, so he approached to inquire about the situation, and the grandfather also opened a chatterbox and chatted with the big brother security for a while, and the big brother security also searched for the ** of "Grandpa Walking" on the Internet, saying that he would keep paying attention to it, which also gave me and my grandfather the motivation to continue walking, and it was not worth the trip.
Looking at the murals on the image wall, grandpa seems to have remembered many stories, thinking of the lost relatives and uncles, who are on the side of the three major powers in Harbin, and I remember when I was a child, it seems that they have all been to my hometown, and they also sat in the liberation 141 car they drove, twisted the steering wheel and honked the horn.
The fitness and recreation equipment in the park is either isolated or closed, but fortunately, there is no barbed thread on the bench, so that grandpa can find a place to rest. Fortunately, there was a wooden row swing, and I asked my grandfather to sit on it for a few leisurely times to feel the autumn breeze. At the back corner of the park, there is a rockery, the mountain has a pavilion, the first is very narrow, the view is under it, another wide, grandpa sat on it and really watched it. A pavilion apart, but the two sides are completely different, I wanted to take my grandfather there to feel the excitement, but I was afraid that the slope was too steep to walk, so I gave up.
The park is not big, see grandpa can still walk, we came to the southernmost point, want to see that there is no house number here, to the near only to find that this is similar to Shangzhi Park, the park side of the road is all kinds of stalls, crowded, business prosperous. Then we turned back, along the clean road, to see the grandfather's calm steps, remembering the scene when we were children with him on the ground and kicking the mud together, grandpa never stopped working. It's just that I couldn't set foot on such a road earlier, maybe there are still pieces of yellow leaves falling on this road, and stepping on it makes a rustling sound, which can arouse my grandfather's love for nature more, and remind me of the gifts that nature gives us, and such a road seems to be more primitive and natural, more intimate and close.
Especially in the garden, I saw the pool of still water, and the clear reflection of my grandfather flashed in the water. At this moment, it is probably the best proof that grandpa can best integrate here, grandpa's pace is still steady, the spirit is still strong, we can continue to move forward!