In spring, chestnut trees begin to sprout under the nourishment of spring rain. The green shoots are covered with branches, and the breeze is blowing. The black branches on the tree are covered with small green lights, dancing in the wind, and the children are playing hide-and-seek in the Woods, picking small wild flowers in full bloom.
Summer has come, and the chestnut tree has opened a small umbrella. Looking from a distance, the green rain umbrella is painted with yellow patterns. It turns out that the chestnut tree has blossomed. A closer look shows that the chestnut flower is six or seven centimeters long. One by one, the children came under the tree and happily picked up the chestnut flowers and took them home. With the help of adults, children's puppies, calves and other small animals woven with chestnut flowers are lifelike. Chestnut flowers can also be woven into ropes, which are lit at night after drying, and the house is full of fragrance, and it also has the effect of repelling insects!
In autumn, chestnuts are ripe. Children in Chestnut Township are carrying water hyacinth and dry food. Before larks sing the dawn, they have climbed to the mountain. Boys often climb trees and beat them with long bamboo poles, and purple chestnuts fall off. Under the sunlight, it shines like a purple pearl. The girl bent down to pick it up, and her two braids fluttered up and down like dragonfly wings. When wisps of smoke rose from the village, the children returned home with full loads, and happy songs floated in the fields.
A ruthless cold wind blew off all the leaves, and the children carried bamboo baskets and rakes to collect chestnut leaves. The round, long and narrow leaves are golden yellow, and the children bend down to pick them up. Some people put them in baskets by hand. Look at that serious look, as if holding a baby in his hand, talking and laughing. The bamboo baskets are full, and the children are walking home with the harvest.