How to describe the apple tree?

There is an apple tree on a winding hill. Children in the village like to play there best, especially the son of the village chief, Er Dou, Liu Er, in the third grade, and Hua Jing, who is seven years old. Because this apple tree was their childhood companion, they went there to play when they were bored.

As soon as you enter the school gate, you can see the apple orchard and leafy apple trees in our school. They are like loyal guards, guarding our school day and night. Look, how strong they are: the branches are so thick that two students can live hand in hand around them. Occasionally, the leaves rustle and play a harmonious campus symphony.

3. In late April, the endless apple orchard was turned into a sea of flowers and a world of flowers by the competing apple blossoms. From a distance, you can smell the flowers.

4. In autumn, the fruit is ripe. The apple tree is full of apples. Some humbly bow their heads, some proudly hold out their chests, and some playfully hide behind leaves, as if playing hide-and-seek with their companions!

Autumn has come and winter has come. The apple tree waved goodbye to Miss Autumn and welcomed Grandpa Winter. The cold wind roared, forcing shivering students into the classroom. But the apple tree still stood there motionless, blocking the cold wind for the students and letting them study with peace of mind.

6. The apple trees are blooming, and hundreds of them are like festivals. Wearing a pink brocade woven with petals, the fruit forest was burned by demons.

7. Apple trees are not tall and have dense leaves. May is a season of drizzle and spring blossoms. Apple trees also have pale pink flowers, which are very beautiful. When there is a storm, pale pink flowers never bow their heads, but always look up at the sky. It is not only saying to people, "The apple tree is in blossom!" " He also said to people, "Look how beautiful I am! How strong! Don't bow your head when it is stormy. " That's true.

8. I happened to find that she was really beautiful. Her side is already green, and those fragile little creatures are welcoming the sunrise with open arms. The breeze blew, and they rustled with the songs of apple trees. It is the tolerance of apple trees that gives them room and hope for survival. Under the shade of the scorching sun, I was speechless, because her tolerance made the summer colors a little dim.

9. The yellow apple branch is still, and the buds of countless flowers on it look so soft that they present a vague outline.

10, I smelled a flower fragrance without entering the orchard, and I saw the ocean and world of flowers when I entered the orchard. Endless white and pink flowers attract swarms of bees. They hummed among the flowers and picked them in a hurry.