A Plum Tree In My Hometown

 

In my township, there are many beautiful plants. A beautiful, fragrant and lovely tree dominates the old house's garden next to a water bridge.She is only a few meters away from the graveyard where I was born.She and I have been good friends since I was a little sensible.

The old plum tree, which I have missed for nearly seventy years, still shows its enchanting figure to me from time to time, despite the fact that I have been away from the old house for a very long time.

During my childhood, I pulled weeds near her with bare feet and applied fertilizer to her roots. She is wealthy and looks like an old man who is kind and strong. When I visit her, I read the text aloud, hum a little tune, and invite a few friends to play with her. We occasionally see four or five unknown little birds, hopping on the branches, singing songs only they can hear, looking at us with admiration.

On the slanting branches, light green buds bloomed one after another, sparkling in the gentle sunlight, as if smiling at me.

During the month of June, her gloomy branches are just as healthy as they are, evoke vitality, her leaves are green as paint, and a breeze blows, making a rustling noise, as if they are playing a beautiful and sweet sound. As I sat on the water bridge to watch and have fun, a few birds flew diagonally along the Bangmian. There are no thin ripples, like a smooth and shiny mirror. Among the water bridge are small and faint swimming fishes, dashing and agile. I saw the plum tree's body reflected in the water of Bang's lake like kind and gentle eyes. Wow, what a beautiful watercolor painting!

As autumn approaches, the leaves begin to fall. The branches began to sprout round flower buds gradually.

In winter, everything is sad. All sorts of flowers wither away under the cold, dry wind. Only the plum tree is not afraid of the new wind, so the flower buds grow bigger and bigger.Despite the snowy sky and earth but still trembling in the house, the branches of the plum tree were still wrapped in snow clothes, and I still stood confidently, energetically facing the future. The blossoming of golden flowers on bare branches heralded the arrival of spring as winter lingered. I am always surrounded by fragrant when I leave the house.

In the yellow plum season, only the plums on this plum tree have slowly ripened and yellowed in the drizzle... What a moving picture, what a fresh poem!

In my hometown, this plum tree gives me warmth and vitality as much as fire does.She does not fear the wind or rain, the ice or snow, and also insists on noble integrity; she is not competitive with a hundred flowers, and despises the world and precious things.When spring returns to the earth, the flowers bloom. When her mission is completed, her mentality is safe to stand alone in the lonely years.Her noble character inspires my lifelong learning.