There is a poplar tree behind my house. It has a tall and stout trunk covered with papules, and many branches extend outward like giant's arms, and look like a tall tower from a distance.
Every spring, poplars produce caterpillar-like flowers, which are dark brown. A gust of wind blew and flowers were everywhere. My friends and I picked them to scare people, and the flowers fell and many buds appeared on the branches. After a period of time, leaves grow out and the crown is green. In summer, poplars are like a big umbrella. The old man is playing chess and chatting under the tree. Our children are playing hide-and-seek ... A gust of wind blows away people's sweltering heat. In autumn, leaves fall, all over the ground, soft.
Poplar trees in the back mountain bring us not only the information of spring, but also the coolness of summer!
Poplar, thank you for staying with us for so long and bringing us so much happiness!
"Poplar in Spring" model essay "Poplar, a common tree in the northwest, is an extraordinary tree. Not a strange girl in the tree, but a great husband in the tree. "
This is Mr. contradiction's poplar tribute.
I have never been to the northwest, but now I live in the north of Shanxi, where poplars can be seen everywhere.
The first time I saw poplars was on the train from south to north. When I arrived in Hubei, through the window, I saw rows of neat and tall trees lined up and extended forward. I marvel at their beauty and integrity. Seen from a distance, these densely arranged trees are like a "green wall". Only this green wall is more dynamic and energetic.
For those tall and straight poplars, I admire those slender and beautiful young poplars. The poplars are slim and graceful, and their trunks are straight up, without any twisted branches. All the branches are gathered together and look like an upside-down mushroom. The dark green leaves have white plush on the back, which is rolled up by the breeze. From a distance, it looks like a blooming edelweiss.
In my hometown, you can see the spread of green all year round, but people always can't tell the four seasons apart.
In the north of Shanxi, I first felt what "four seasons are distinct".
In spring, the ice and snow melt here, and the spring is chilly. At the beginning of March, poplars began to sprout. In summer, the sun is like fire, and in the evening, the evening breeze blows the poplar trees covered with green leaves, and the air is very refreshing and pleasant.
Seeing the green leaves turn from green to yellow, then from light yellow to brown until they wither, you can't help but sigh: "It's so cool, what an autumn!"
Before the sadness of autumn recedes, the first snowflake in winter declares that it is the protagonist of this season.
All life seems to have disappeared under the thick ice and snow. Although the thick green "coat" of poplars has been cruelly peeled off by the cold, their "bare" bodies still stand in the snow like soldiers.
Never before has a plant in a place let me see life so truly. But here, watching poplars, from spring to summer, season after season, from the beginning of life, blooming to dying, step by step, all the way is so calm.
I won't be sad for the last poplar leaf falling, because next spring, it will be another cycle of life, which is the poplar in northern Shaanxi. It's an ordinary tree, but it's also a tree with strong vitality.
I like poplar best.
Poplar trees are tall and straight, about five or six stories high. The straight trunk is thick and strong, and there is not a branch within four meters. The branches all grew upward and became a bunch, as if they had been artificially trimmed. The bark is turquoise, smooth to the touch, and there are many halo rings on it, as if wearing a skirt. Spring has come, and the branches are covered with brown buds. A few days later, the bud grew into a spikelet two or three inches long and hung on the branch. A few days later, the spikelet was blown to the ground by the wind, so I used it to scare others to play. Soon, after a spring rain, the green leaflets grew very big, and when the wind blew, they made a "rushing" sound, as if singing.
I like poplar very much, and I like its indomitable enterprising spirit even more.