Magical place in the heart of the city

Have you ever sat alone to heal your soul? Surely many people answered no. Everyone is busy with work, busy with family, how can they have time to sit still, just sit still, separate yourself from life, no longer worry about work, family, or prices. It is as if you are sitting in a transparent box, in which time stops, while outside everything is still bustling back and forth.

Every week I let myself “sit still” and watch life like that. Then I suddenly realized that there are so many interesting things, so many interesting things that I never realized. It seems that the noisy life going on around me has nothing to do with me anymore. On the road, cars are still running busily. People are going back and forth, worrying about their own lives. Around the park, coffee shops play soft music. I see a woman buying scrap metal going to each beer shop around the park to buy beer cans. During the day, the beer shops are closed and quiet, only bustling at night. Everything is still happening in a hurry to keep up with the flow of time. As for me, I sit in the park, a magical world , completely separate from the bustling life out there, to calm myself down, listen to the clearest sounds, breathe the most peaceful air.

Since the park was built, people have had a place to play, exercise, relax, and rest. This place is only crowded in the early morning and late afternoon. People go to exercise, children play games such as electric cars, rollerblading, and painting statues... Therefore, the nearby restaurants are only crowded in the evening. When the afternoon begins to fade, the park changes its appearance completely, crowded, bustling, and noisy. But in the morning, around eight o'clock, it is quiet, with only a few people stopping by to rest.

During the day, the park seems isolated from the outside world. The noise of traffic and the music from the coffee shops cannot drown out the chirping, squeaking, chirping... of the birds calling their friends. Looking up at the canopy of the sala tree or the oil tree with its lush foliage, it is impossible to find the silhouette of a singing bird. You have to observe and search carefully for a while to discover the little bird. It is gray-brown in color, with a white belly and a yellow beak. It is tiny and nimbly calling its friends while hopping from branch to branch. A few woodpeckers are hopping on the lawn, chirping and looking for food. A sala tree is shedding its leaves, the leaves are falling from the branches and flying in the air, somersaulting happily before landing on the ground. On the ground, on the green grass, are countless sala petals and pistils. They have fallen all over the ground. Some petals have dried up and turned black, while others still retain their deep red color. Looking up at the tree, the young sala fruits are starting to take shape, the flowers on the branches are orange-red, not purple-red like on the ground, probably the flowers are wilting and in the process of drying, so the color is darker.

I have never seen any tree with flowers as strange as sala. The flowers are in long clusters, some trees have long branches that reach down to the ground, looking like curved arms that intertwine beautifully. If you look closely, you will see that the branches with long branches that reach down to the ground are branches that do not have any fruit, the flowers keep blooming one after another, so the "arms" must hang down to the base. Some trees are luckier, bearing fruit from the first batch of flowers, so the big, round, dark brown fruits crowd together and cling to the top. Some trees are less fortunate, bearing fruit in the second or third batch of flowers, so the fruits hang in the middle. Some trees are even less lucky, with their fruits hanging down close to the ground. So just by looking at them, you can tell which trees are lucky and which are unlucky.

Standing among the sala trees are rough-barked oil trees. Oil trees are drought-resistant, rarely lose their leaves, and their lush branches and leaves make the air here fresh and cool. In the middle of the common path is a flower bed with bright red orchids, and occasionally there is an ornamental tree trimmed like a giant egg. On the ground, between the oil and sala trees, people plant a few patches of colorful four-season flowers. This flower blooms almost all year round, so it is always bright red mixed with white and pink.

Sitting in the park, the wind is so cool, as if this place is another place, anyone who comes in can shake off the worries outside. I call this place a cave to escape from life because when you step in here, it's like being lost in another land, a magical land that only contains things that are pure, peaceful, and relaxing. Every weekend, coming here, just sitting still, the soul is healed, all worries, jealousy, and envy disappear. There's nothing better than watching flowers, watching trees, listening to birds singing!

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