The poplar tree in front of my house is considered the "elder" on this road. It has lived here for more than ten years and is very beautiful all year round.
In the slightly chilly beginning of spring, the poplar trees took out their green buds early. When the rain fell, the "green baby" sucked the rain and dew hard, as if hoping Grow up quickly.
In summer, the poplar trees have reached their peak period. The leaves are as big as a child’s hand and the color has turned dark green. There are so many green leaves piled on top of each other. There is no gap left, just like a thick lake floating in the air. Whenever the blazing sun scorches the earth, a few friends and I buy some ice cream sticks and go to the poplar trees to enjoy the coolness. A few breezes blow across my cheeks, not to mention how comfortable it is.
In the beginning of autumn, some of the leaves of the poplar trees are yellow, some are green, and occasionally dotted with a few red leaves, turning into a colorful tree. In late autumn, the leaves fall one after another, and some Like small boats floating in the air, some dancing like butterflies, many leaves fell to the ground, spreading into a colorful carpet, I really couldn't bear to step on them.
In winter, there are not many leaves left on the poplar tree, which is out of place compared to the leafy camphor tree next to it. However, once the poplar tree puts on the white cotton coat given to it by Snow Girl, it becomes full of vitality. Look, there are "white butterflies" and "white dragonflies" on the tree... Although the poplar tree is not as graceful as the willow tree, not as evergreen as the camphor tree, and not as graceful as the camphor tree. As tall and straight as the plane tree, it is not as world-famous as the bread tree, but its indomitable spirit is worth learning from.
