My family lives in Huangzhou Middle School. The yard is lined with trees, and various trees beautify the campus. Every morning, when I go to school, there are rows of poplar trees on both sides of the road. They are tall and straight, like guards.
When spring comes, the branches are covered with fat babies. When the spring rain began to fall, they desperately sucked the nectar of spring, as if to make tomorrow more beautiful. After a few days, the buds began to leaf out, and gradually every branch was covered with green leaves, densely packed, layer by layer, swaying gently in the breeze, like lively and cute children.
When summer comes, the babies have grown up, and the trees are full of green. The sun shines on the leaves, and the bright green color is very dazzling. It seems that there is a new life force trembling on every leaf. On a clear night after rain, the poplar trees are even more beautiful. The water drops falling on the leaves sparkled like gems in the moonlight. The poplar tree is not only beautiful, but also has a noble style. It treats the birds like its own children, letting them build nests on its body and protecting them from wind and rain.
In autumn, the frost-stained poplar leaves gradually turn yellow, and pieces of yellow leaves rustle down in the autumn wind. With the wind, sometimes it is like playing on a swing, floating leisurely; sometimes it is like a parachute, falling slowly; sometimes it is like a group of flying swallows, flying leisurely. How interesting! The ground where the leaves have just fallen is like a golden carpet. Fallen leaves are swept into the garden, blending with the earth, giving birth to hope for the coming year.
Winter is here, and although it is not as brilliant as when there are leaves, it seems bigger now. It always makes a whining sound in the cold wind, as if it is challenging the cold wind. When the heavy snow came, they made friends with Snow Girl. Its tenacious spirit finally moved Snow Girl. Snow Girl generously gave it a quilt, and the poplar tree fell asleep warmly.
Yes, they have worked hard for a year, and it’s time for them to have a good sleep!
I love you, poplar tree! I love your beauty, I love your selflessness, I love your indomitable and enterprising spirit.
