(IGCSE EFL 0500/23/May/June/23 Section B)
Question 3: Describe the people in a park at different times of the year.
It still baffles me. At different times of the year, the park became a dynamic
kaleidoscope – one that metamorphosed into a different colour palette each
season attracting different people from different walks of life. With its beguiling evergreen
nature that boasts luscious trees that line the corners of the park like an enclosed haven, it had
always been an escape to another dimension of sweet tranquillity.
As winter waved goodbye, the park burst with jubilance and victory triumphantly after
reclaiming the leeway from winter’s icy grip. The park was encased with the earthy petrichor
essence, it was as if one felt trapped in a different realm of the world. Luscious rich olive
and sage green foliage glistened under the forgiving March sun as the icy crystal morning
dew hugged the primrose buds. Hurrah! Spring was finally here. Families were ubiquitous at
every corner of the park – their lurid shirts complimenting the park’s breathtaking nature.
Parents, amusingly, basked under the shade of the tapestry of viridescent leaves that croned
from above, as their little ones tumbled down the feathery, warm grass hill. A father not far
by gauged his steps through the park’s square, manoeuvring his blubbery picnic baggage, that
his wife obstinately refused to jettison, around the ocean of bodies. His kids were not far
behind, their eyes rather occupied with something much more captivating than watching their
father struggling. Perusing the little iridescent, bulbous bubbles that perilous waltzed above
their heads, they were flabbergasted at the sleek, shiny, machine gun that sat in the hands of a
much older child of a family beside them. Each time a bubble neared their noses, the children
would coo in enchantment. The child released the trigger once again and the shapeless soap
figures began releasing, sending the two children watching in an eruptive brouhaha. It
fascinated them – more than the mellifluous tune of the ice cream truck behind them. Indeed,
the months-long period tucked away in hibernation indoors had deprived the kids of their
childhood nature.
The boisterous screams and eruptive, gleeful pandemonium are the absolute epitome of the
summer. It was the time of the year - the time when the park served as a bustling hub for
congregations of all ages to commence. The time when, rather oddly, the heat was celebrated!
Blaring tunes that could bleed one's ears had boisterously echoed across the park - it irated
many. Channelling their sheer fervour for the gratifying weather, a pack of youths move to a
beat in front of the park’s square. Displaying their moves ostentatiously, their ardent faces
bathed in what seemed like a day’s worth of sweat and their cheeks flared with a primrose
flush. The ones that lined in front capered with enthusiasm as they followed the video that
played on the phone, their eyebrows furrowing towards their forehead as they tried to ignore
the exhaustion. Meanwhile, those behind them eschewed the eyes of the watchers as they
bummed around, their legs barely keeping up with the beat. Just then, the sweet melody of
the ice cream truck came beckoning the patrons of the park. Like a throng of animals, the
tired ones stampeded their way towards the truck, marvelling around the ice cream man like
little children once again. Unable to contain their excitement for the ice cream, they bought
themselves a treat completely negating their little workout before.
Question 3: Describe the people in a park at different times of the year.
It still baffles me. At different times of the year, the park became a dynamic
kaleidoscope – one that metamorphosed into a different colour palette each
season attracting different people from different walks of life. With its beguiling evergreen
nature that boasts luscious trees that line the corners of the park like an enclosed haven, it had
always been an escape to another dimension of sweet tranquillity.
As winter waved goodbye, the park burst with jubilance and victory triumphantly after
reclaiming the leeway from winter’s icy grip. The park was encased with the earthy petrichor
essence, it was as if one felt trapped in a different realm of the world. Luscious rich olive
and sage green foliage glistened under the forgiving March sun as the icy crystal morning
dew hugged the primrose buds. Hurrah! Spring was finally here. Families were ubiquitous at
every corner of the park – their lurid shirts complimenting the park’s breathtaking nature.
Parents, amusingly, basked under the shade of the tapestry of viridescent leaves that croned
from above, as their little ones tumbled down the feathery, warm grass hill. A father not far
by gauged his steps through the park’s square, manoeuvring his blubbery picnic baggage, that
his wife obstinately refused to jettison, around the ocean of bodies. His kids were not far
behind, their eyes rather occupied with something much more captivating than watching their
father struggling. Perusing the little iridescent, bulbous bubbles that perilous waltzed above
their heads, they were flabbergasted at the sleek, shiny, machine gun that sat in the hands of a
much older child of a family beside them. Each time a bubble neared their noses, the children
would coo in enchantment. The child released the trigger once again and the shapeless soap
figures began releasing, sending the two children watching in an eruptive brouhaha. It
fascinated them – more than the mellifluous tune of the ice cream truck behind them. Indeed,
the months-long period tucked away in hibernation indoors had deprived the kids of their
childhood nature.
The boisterous screams and eruptive, gleeful pandemonium are the absolute epitome of the
summer. It was the time of the year - the time when the park served as a bustling hub for
congregations of all ages to commence. The time when, rather oddly, the heat was celebrated!
Blaring tunes that could bleed one's ears had boisterously echoed across the park - it irated
many. Channelling their sheer fervour for the gratifying weather, a pack of youths move to a
beat in front of the park’s square. Displaying their moves ostentatiously, their ardent faces
bathed in what seemed like a day’s worth of sweat and their cheeks flared with a primrose
flush. The ones that lined in front capered with enthusiasm as they followed the video that
played on the phone, their eyebrows furrowing towards their forehead as they tried to ignore
the exhaustion. Meanwhile, those behind them eschewed the eyes of the watchers as they
bummed around, their legs barely keeping up with the beat. Just then, the sweet melody of
the ice cream truck came beckoning the patrons of the park. Like a throng of animals, the
tired ones stampeded their way towards the truck, marvelling around the ice cream man like
little children once again. Unable to contain their excitement for the ice cream, they bought
themselves a treat completely negating their little workout before.
