[中文版本]
One day, Mom took the whole family to the National Natural Botanical Garden for a visit. As soon as I arrived, I caught a whiff of a fresh fragrance. My eyes were immediately drawn to a pink flower.
The flower was big and smelled wonderful, with layer upon layer of petals that were especially beautiful. My mom told me that this was China’s national flower, called the peony. That instantly reminded me—I had painted this flower before in traditional Chinese painting class!
I gently touched a petal of the peony with my hand—wow! It was so soft! The petal felt as soft as a kitten’s fur. I began to observe the flower more closely. Its petals were layered just like a creamy cake, and my mouth started to water like a waterfall! The flower was just too beautiful!
I leaned in for a smell, and the fragrance was simply amazing. As I kept looking, the flower suddenly transformed into a ballerina in a pink dress, gracefully dancing to the rhythm of music. Her dance was so elegant and gentle. I was completely captivated. As she danced, background music somehow started to play, and with the music, her dancing became even more beautiful and graceful! I looked around and saw that all the other flowers were watching the peony dancer too. The garden around me had turned into a luxurious stage, with all the lights focused on the peony ballerina. When her dance ended, all the flowers applauded and praised her. The peony dancer bowed to show her thanks.
Suddenly, someone called out, “Cheng Xindi!” It was Mom—her voice snapped me out of my daydream. That’s when I realized I wasn’t watching a peony performance at all—I was just admiring flowers at the botanical garden!
