Anhui Hefei Feixi double jujube tree village essay

Another harvest season, looking at the tree of jujube, I can not help but think of a thousand ...... five years, the master of the jujube tree has left us for five years.

When I was a child, every season, my little friends and I always had to climb the tree to reach the sweet and crispy jujube, when my grandma would sit on the sidelines to watch us eat the jujube that she planted, but grandma herself had never eaten it. Even though there were a lot of them, grandma couldn't eat them.

When it was cold, I put on my cotton clothes, and my grandmother put on her cotton clothes for the jujube tree. The jujube tree is in the grandma carefully care of the beautiful through the winter.

Spring is the season when the date palm sprouts and grows leaves, and grandma often fertilizes, waters and weeds the date palm, and patiently teaches me how to water and fertilize the date palm, which I have memorized. The leaves of jujube trees are easy to grow insects, so grandma often injected medicine into the leaves to kill the insects.

In the summer, the leaves of the date palm are even denser, like a big sunshade. Under the tree, naturally, it became a place for me to cool off and play.

The jujube tree has a different flavor. That a date at first only a small dot, and then day by day long, day by day change, and finally grow to a certain extent will not grow, green, hanging in the branches, like a green "small lantern". After some days, these "little lanterns" turned from green to red, and became the real "red lanterns". I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.

The dates were sweet and crunchy, and my childhood was sweet.

Today, my grandma passed away, but the jujube trees are still there. Whenever I have time I will take care of the jujube tree, because it is the continuation of my grandma's love for me.