There is a fiery red persimmon forest in our school. A beautiful small garden, a few tall poplar trees next to the playground... Among them, I like the row of lilacs behind the teaching building the most.
In March, when the row of lilacs wakes up , the energy that had been saved for the whole winter began to break out, and new leaves grew. The green leaves seemed to say hello to us. Soon, "little heads" - flower buds - were quietly poked out of the leaves. After a drizzling spring rain, the "little heads" seemed to have learned a lot of knowledge, and their heads were swollen. It had just passed March, and the "little heads" of all sizes were like popcorn. The same delicate flowers bloomed, filling the campus with their fragrant fragrance.
Just after early summer, the lilac flowers failed to bloom, but there was still one thing left---the leaves. At this time The leaves have grown into pieces the size of "N times." Whenever my classmates and I get wet from playing, we go to enjoy the cool under a row of lilac trees, and the heat on our bodies escapes without a trace.< /p>
Not long after school started in autumn, lilac leaves scattered all over the ground like small pieces of paper: some were buried in the soil; some fell in the classroom; some were placed in specimen folders by classmates; And...
The north wind is howling, and the row of lilacs is conserving strength in its sleep to prepare for next years collapse.
I love the lilacs on campus. Let it accompany me until graduation.
