There are many fruits in my hometown, for example, peach, strawberry, orange, plum ....... But my favorite is watermelon.
Whenever it is summer, watermelons are ripe. Some of them lie on the ground resting with a big belly; some of them are like shy little girls, blocking themselves with dense vines and branches and leaves to keep people from seeing them; some of them build a green pergola with green leaves and huff and puff underneath, even the annoying noise can't call it out of its dream; and some of them are waiting anxiously, as if they are expecting someone to take them away!
I can not help but pick a watermelon, put on the ground to see, ah, it is long with dark green and emerald green stripes, it has a head of a place called "Tee", "Tee" above the growth of a curved pain, as if a pig's tail, opposite the "navel". The opposite side of the "belly button" and shallow and round. The more I look at the more I can not help, immediately cut open the watermelon, only to see a grain of black seeds embedded in the bright red flesh of the melon. I gently hold up a piece of watermelon, to the mouth a bite, the sweet juice at once into my heart, let me never forget its flavor.
The watermelon in my hometown makes me salivate.