In the spring of March, the drizzle is like silk, and countless white flowers and white bones grow on pear trees. Under the nourishment of rain, these flowers and bones greedily suck the dew of spring and produce thousands of beautiful and lovely little flowers. Seen from a distance, it looks like white clouds. The spring breeze blows slightly, and the flowers give off a burst of fragrance. Crowds of bees came to this fragrant pear garden, scrambling to collect honey, and busy figures could be seen everywhere, as if to light all the honey in the tree.
In hot summer, pear trees are like green umbrellas. The green leaves are covered with green fruits, like emerald balls, bright green, and like shy little girls, hiding among the green leaves and playing hide-and-seek with us. How cute. In the morning, the small green pears are covered with water drops, which really makes people want to pick them and hang them around their necks to show off. A breeze blew, and the heavy green pears seemed to nod to the fruit farmers frequently. Fruit farmers also showed smiles on their faces, full of hope and looking forward to the harvest season.
In the autumn with sweet-scented osmanthus, under the cool autumn wind, one big and fat pear sticks its head out from the green leaves, smiles at people, nods to people and tells everyone the good news of harvest. Farmers' uncles came to the pear garden happily to pick pears. Some picked chubby pears with their hands, some put them in baskets, and some were busy sending pears in all directions. Their backs are sore and backache, their backs are full of sweat, their mouths are still panting, and their faces are full of joy, but they really forget the pain and the soaked clothes.
The pear garden in my hometown not only gives us beautiful enjoyment, but also inserts wings for the economic development of my hometown.