There is a laurel tree in front of my house. Under the sunshine and rain, osmanthus trees grow sturdily day by day, just like a graceful beauty standing in the middle of the yard. Whenever autumn comes, clusters of small buds on osmanthus trees stick out their heads curiously. They hugged each other tightly, like yellow millet embedded in green leaves. Gradually, osmanthus opened her loving heart. Each osmanthus has four petals, and there is a red needle-sized stamen in the center of the flower. Osmanthus fragrans in full bloom exudes a sweet fragrance, which permeates the air like perfume. Osmanthus fragrans is in full bloom, attracting birds to sing in unison and bees and butterflies to dance. I stood under the osmanthus tree, intoxicated by this sweet fragrance. A gust of autumn wind blew, and golden osmanthus rose one after another and landed on my head and shoulders. I was bathed in this osmanthus rain, as if I had become a beautiful flower fairy. Ingenious mother collected osmanthus rain, made it into fragrant Osmanthus Jelly, and made it into fragrant and delicious osmanthus tea. It tastes great!
"Guizi falls in the moon, and it is sweet." In my spare time, I sit under the osmanthus tree and recite poems. How can you say "beauty"!