There is a pomegranate tree in my yard, which my father and I planted together a few years ago.
This pomegranate is not tall, its branches are not thick, but it is very strong and looks lush and full of life. They are all living together, and they are crowded together. It is difficult to distinguish who is the backbone and who is the second. Each branch is covered with tender green leaves, and the breeze rustles, like a girl in a green dress dancing in the wind.
This pomegranate has been with me for several spring and summer and autumn and winter. I still remember clearly so far in spring, it reveals the appearance of the buds, as weak as the newborn child. In the summer, it is flourishing, verdant, and the conspicuous safflower is dotted with beauty. Autumn is the season of pomegranate ripening. The plump fruit hangs on the branches, some just grow out like a round table tennis; some are half-yellow and yellow, obviously not mature; others have already opened their mouths, revealing diamond-like teeth It seems to be saying to me Come on, come and taste what my fruit is! At this moment, I will beg my father to pick one. Open it by hand and take a few pills in your mouth. Well, the sweet and sour taste is really special, it is delicious! Winter is coming, the leaves of the pomegranate tree are gradually falling, and finally only the bare branches are left to fight against the cold.
Although there are many valuable tree species in my yard, I only love this pomegranate. It brings me a sweet taste and brings happiness to my life.
