How to write the willow in my hometown in 300 words?

I love everyone in my hometown, every building in my hometown and every scenery in my hometown. But what haunts me most is the willow tree in my hometown.

In spring, there was a spring rain, but the willow greedily sucked the milk of spring. In a short time, the willows pulled out soft and long weeping willow branches, which looked like clouds of green smoke from a distance. We know who cut the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors. This is the portrayal of weeping willows.

In summer, Brother Sun pulls fireballs and bakes the earth. Everyone doesn't come out, only the willow tree is still there, and we all call it' Green Guard'.

In autumn, he left catkins like goose feathers, like flocks of angels in white, like acrobats performing, very beautiful.

In winter, it stands on the roadside, and the branches covered with snowflakes are like strips of silver. As long as you touch it, the snow on the tree will fall on you, adding a day's scenery to your hometown. We all call it the Winter Warrior.

I love my hometown, and I love the willow trees in my hometown.