Toowoomba is like a garden oasis in Queensland.

On both sides of the street, the blooming jacaranda trees are like purple clouds floating down to the earth. The breeze blows, the flowers dance lightly, and the ground is covered with a dreamy flower carpet. The quaint bell tower stands in the city center, and the melodious bell sounds witness the passage of time. In the park, ancient trees cast mottled shadows, and the sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves like golden threads. Families gathered together on the green lawn, laughing and talking happily. In the garden, roses are gorgeous, daisies are blooming, peonies are graceful, all kinds of flowers are competing for beauty, and the fragrance of flowers is lingering in the air. The mountains outside the city are rolling, like a green cloak of the earth. The mountain stream rushes down, splashing water and playing a clear melody. Every scene in Toowoomba is like a painting carefully drawn by nature, which is intoxicating.