In front of my house, there is a row of poplar, sturdy trunk held out numerous branches, delicate branches wore a stroll on the leaves, so that anyone who read what could not help but want to touch, feel the breath of nature.
In addition to the car in front of a few more colorful things no matter it is, that the low grass can not block the cool Wei Ren. Looked up, no, is not only cars, grass, there was the tall poplars.
In early spring, poplar sprout, and a string of tender green, while high, but it is still clear greeted. In the past the people to hurry, to hurry, cars flew in from light green piece walk through, poplar sprout in this unconsciously spit leaves.
Summer, lush leaves of the poplar. Finally someone is willing to stop and planted in the shade where it has a moment of rest. In the evening, a few old ladies holding their grandson, granddaughter, in the embrace of poplar Yueyuexiaoxiao, stop-go, for this summer monotony and silence added some vivid.
Autumn, Sassou feeling hovering between the people and things. When people unconsciously sigh of "is a bumper year" when the poplar leaves have litters, and the branches, leaving only a lot of strings on a long seed. No drop of a leaf, and there are a few pieces of green, but it also showed the years old.
Winter, snow is a beautiful landscape, have the breath of winter snow accompanied by Da Zhaoxuan falling, like one by one adorable little imps down on your clothes, hats. The poplar it? Snow has long been covered with branches, is sleep, showing an unprecedented calm. This gives a tranquil beauty, the United States in the branches, the United States in the treetops.
Poplar, is plain. It is not as beautiful cherry blossoms, but also did not like orchids Jiao drops. It's just it, no one can change its obscurity, no one can change its dedication, it is always in front of my house the most beautiful landscape!