500-word composition of autumn in Bishan Hot Spring Mountain

My hometown is a beautiful place-Bishan. Since I can remember, my grandmother has been nagging me: Bishan is a good place, it is like a flawless treasure jade, so there is jade under the word Bishan.

Especially the first time I came to the field park in Bishan with my mother.

It was spring, the sun was shining, and the warm sunshine was particularly comfortable. I bathed in the sun and spread my arms.

I looked around curiously. How beautiful it is here!

The path is composed of smooth pebbles, and pebbles of different sizes lie there quietly. Walking on it is like doing a foot massage, which adds a bit of fun to tourists.

There are lush trees on the roadside, and the young trees grow luxuriantly among the green leaves. Straight trunks and towering figures, these trees are like a huge army, and each tree is a firm soldier, guarding its fairyland-like home.

Looking down, you can see green grass. As if inspired by Miss Chun, the grass grows luxuriantly. Green grass, with the continuous ups and downs of the terrain, reaches the sky, like a thick carpet on the ground. I looked at the gratifying green grass, and there was an inexplicable throb in my heart. I bent down and looked at the grass carefully. The colors of grass are rich and colorful: some are light green, some are dark green, some are dark green, and the most lovely thing is that some grass is a little yellow.

My mother and I walked on, all kinds of trees and flowers. Novelty constantly stimulates my eyes, but I am a bit like "Granny Liu entered the Grand View Garden-she learned a lot".