A Stroll Through the Paris Botanical Garden (1)

The botanical garden's magnificent plane tree-lined avenues.
Strolling through the floral city of Paris is the most delightful thing; walking has become a ritual of urban life here. A walk is a spontaneous situation, or sometimes when time permits after going out for errands, one will casually walk home. In this city where sidewalks are wider than roads, walking is most pleasant, and one can discover some historical and cultural elements as well as extraordinary thoughts. When the mood strikes, one might also go shopping or sit down for a coffee, reading the beautiful surroundings, wandering freely as one wishes. Of course, I enjoy walking in unfamiliar areas and corners where everything feels so fresh and curious, always encountering unexpected scenes and surprises. Exploring the poetry and atmosphere of Paris—this is how I discover every corner of the city, making life quite charming. Wandering in my beloved Parisian lover's heart, I always find its unique beauty and ambiance.

Walking is the healthiest fashion for both body and mind; it is an unhurried diversion, a state of mind. Yesterday, I had business at Jussieu and then casually visited Paris's inconspicuous ancient Roman arena ruins, now a large space for children to play football and frolic. The lush Paris Botanical Garden is right next door; I entered through the back gate. Whenever I have the chance, I visit the gardens and parks of the floral city—these are spaces for urbanites to dialogue with nature, and especially my preferred places for walks (because I have a unique affection for flowers, plants, and large trees). The botanical garden becomes an oasis in the bustling, noisy city of Paris, with tall trees standing tall. Several magnificent Lebanese cedars are situated in the verdant back garden, and on the hill stands a distinctive Marie Antoinette pavilion, unusually tranquil. Under the shade, some visitors cool off and read, while some friends play in the sunlight.

Circling around the magnificent large greenhouse, I arrived at the lush front garden. The Natural History Museum is currently exhibiting "French Geology," with a large map of French geology in front of the museum and numerous regional geological rocks on display. Ahead, rows upon rows of orderly, colorful flower beds—I love coming here to admire the flowers and plants, the vibrant seasonal flower beds. Every year, I flutter among them like a butterfly, pondering and exploring the wonders and mysteries of nature. On both sides, two rows of plane tree-lined avenues are filled with many people escaping the heat and tourists. I wandered through the ecological garden of the Natural History Museum's collections, looking at distinctive flowers and plants, smelling the floral scents, bathing in the embrace of nature—what joy! The adjacent Alpine garden was closed. Finally, I lay down freely on the shaded lawn, gazing at the blue sky and white clouds, resting for a while. Afterward, I continued strolling along the scenic banks of the Seine River, passing the National Library on my way home.