My family ha a tall jujube tree. It grow in my yard. I like thi jujube tree very much.
Spring, the recovery of all thing, the flower open, the jujube tree in my early already ecretly yellow bud to grow. A few day later, yellow to green, green leave and dene branche, covered with freh green jujube.
In early ummer, the jujube tree were flourihing, o many green leave piled on another cluter without leaving any gap, jut like a big green umbrella that covered half of the yard. Soon, the branche of the mall flower out of the mall yellow, from time to time exude a drunken fragrance, a group of bee, butterflie flying in flower. A the flower fade, branche out a tring of water Lingling bean like mall jujube.
Autumn come, the red jujube preed the branche bent, far from looking like a red lantern hanging on the branche, let people ee the lobber, pick a date into the mouth, weet and crip, full of oneelf.
The cold winter, black and gray jujube covered with glittering now, like wearing a white gauze dre, a gut of wind blowing, jade crumb like now leave fluttering in the wind, like The heavenly maid catter bloom.
Ah! Jujube, you bring joy to people, I love you jujube.