I love cedar

There are all kinds of trees along the river, but my favorite is the tall and straight cedar.

Looking from afar, it is like a green pagoda, and I really want to hug it. When I walked in, the trunk was as thick as the bowl, and the branches stretched from one layer to the other. The blade is like a needle embroidered by a little girl. If you touch it with your hand, it will hurt. Listening to Dad, the leaves of cedar are like needles because the weather in the north is very cold, causing its leaves to degenerate into needles.

In spring, the cedar looks even greener. It is covered with warm spring, sucking the sweet spring rain, dancing in the spring breeze, and showing us its brave figure.

In the summer, the hot sun will bake the earth hot and hot. The plants around it are a little wilting, and only cedar is still as vibrant.

In autumn, the autumn winds burst, the lotuses withered, the leaves of many trees fell, and the cedars were still green.

In the winter, the north wind calls, and the weather is cold. In this sinister and harsh environment, Cedar is not afraid of the wind knife and frost sword, still standing tall and uncompromising.

I love cedar, although it is not as beautiful as peony, and there is no fruit like pear trees, but the spirit of cedar is not afraid of the cold is worth learning!

Fourth grade: Zhuang City Guo Xiao Le Zhen Zhen