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An essay describing jujube trees

What emotions do you have about jujube trees that need to be expressed?

The following is a sample essay describing jujube trees that I compiled. Welcome to read it!

Composition 1 describing the jujube tree. Every detail of my childhood seems to have been forgotten. Only the small jujube tree that stands in front of my house all year round is still fresh in my memory.

The jujube tree looks clumsy, not as graceful as the willow tree, and the smell of the flowers is not strong. It is not as fragrant as the sweet-scented osmanthus, so I didn't like it at first.

I was surprised to learn that one year it produced a tree full of fruits that exuded an attractive fragrance.

Smelling the fruity aroma, I can’t bear it anymore!

Regardless of whether my family agreed or not, I took it upon myself to take out a chair at an extraordinary speed, put it on the dark ground, stepped on it, and picked out a piece of attractively colored and fragrant fruit with my young hands.

Fruit, I feel happy!

Suddenly, I suddenly fell off the chair. I wiped away the tears that had "escaped", endured the pain, and washed the dates!

Winter is coming soon, and the leaves of the jujube trees are falling one after another. A breeze blows by, hitting my face with a slight chill. Looking at the yellow leaves flying in the sky, I feel sour in my heart. There is something lonely about the jujube tree.

His figure is pitiful.

The majestic movement came and went, the jujube tree became bald, and the surrounding area was completely white, without the vitality of the past. The jujube tree raised its head, as if to say: "I'm so cold!" I stroked it gently.

The trunk of the tree is a kind of comfort!

Now there is no trace of the jujube tree. I regret why I didn't cherish it. I slowly built a small bridge with it. The name of the small bridge is Missing. There is no shadow of the bridge, only the flowing water can be heard.

Composition 2 describing the jujube tree. There is an old jujube tree planted in front of my hometown.

Calculated by age, I would still call this jujube tree "Grandpa".

Its temperament, appearance and clothing all change with the seasons of the year.

Spring is here, and Miss Chun makes every corner exude the breath of spring.

It blew the grass green and pulled the delicate buds out of the soil and branches.

The little yellow face of the winter jasmine Zhang Tian smiled and said hello to Miss Chun.

Grandpa Jujube also seemed to have just been awakened from a dream by Miss Chun. When he opened his eyes, there were still a few dead leaves hanging on it!

But within a few days, he put on a green coat.

Sometimes it swings the branches a few times to invite the birds to play; sometimes it waves the treetops a few times to say hello to Miss Spring.

At this time, every branch and leaf of the grandpa jujube tree is filled with the vitality of spring.

I couldn't help but feel a little more respect and affection in my heart.

Summer is slowly coming to our small courtyard.

Grandpa Zao Shu’s emerald green coat was slowly embroidered with countless beige little jujube flowers exuding an alluring fragrance.

The pair of bees and butterflies often come to spread pollen for the little date flowers.

After a few days, the little jujube flowers fell off, and small green jujubes like gourds grew in their original positions.

Against the background of green leaves, the small green dates look like emeralds hanging on the branches.

When it rains, the raindrops hit the little green dates, and they sway around, as if to say: "What a pleasant shower!" I look at the little green dates, and think of the crispy and sweet little ones.

The taste of red dates makes my mouth water almost when I think about it.

Autumn is here, and the little green dates first turn to light yellow, and then turn from light yellow to red.

I heard my grandma say that the side of the little green dates facing the sun becomes faster, and the side not facing the sun becomes slower.

Around the Mid-Autumn Festival, the dates turn completely red and ripe.

At this time, the uncles took long bamboo poles to the trees to beat dates.

I hurriedly stepped forward to stop and said, "If you do this, you will hurt the old jujube tree." My uncle smiled and said, "Silly boy, it has been known to everyone since ancient times: the more dates you tie this year, the more dates you will have next year. That's right.

It doesn’t matter if you break the branches.”

Only then did I smile with relief.

After a while, big red dates will fall like hailstones in the yard.

My friends and I took the bamboo basket to pick up dates.

After picking up the dates, we washed them, put them on the plate, and ate them with relish.

Grandpa Zao Shu is most afraid of winter.

Because when winter comes, it is completely naked, and even the birds rarely visit it.

The biting cold wind was tearing at the old jujube tree's body like an invisible iron pliers.

I was really afraid that it wouldn't be able to bear it, but the old jujube tree could withstand this little torture.

At this time, its spirit of bending rather than bending came out - it would rather break the branches than bend its tall body.

No matter how its appearance, temperament and clothing change, I have always loved this old jujube tree in front of my hometown.

Composition 3 describing the jujube tree Today I came to my grandma’s house and saw the jujube tree that I grew up with again.

The jujube tree is still so strong and tall.

For twelve years, despite the wind and rain, the cold winter and the scorching heat, the jujube tree remained unyielding and thrived.

Spring is coming, the spring girl sprinkles nectar, and the jujube trees stretch.

The spring breeze blows, and in the bright sunshine, the jujube tree sprouts new branches and grows young leaves.

The newly grown leaves are yellow-green, and within a few days the leaves grow and turn green.

When the wind blows, the green leaves seem to dance in the wind.

The weather is getting warmer, and the leaves are getting longer and denser. One cluster is piled on top of another, like a group of green elves whispering.