Pear diary in my hometown, about 600 words.

1: About 600 words "Diary of a pear flower in my hometown" In Jiangnan ancient town, everything here is as old as before, and rain is a frequent visitor and is loved by people.

In Jiangnan, my grandmother's family is a big family. What I like best is the beautiful scenery of her "Jasmine altar" and "Jinxiu pear garden" in the rain.

At night, I sat under a pear tree, and raindrops were scattered in the sky. At this time, it is the season in Grain Rain, and the bean-sized raindrops have fallen to the ground, as if to have a close contact with the earth, coming from the house and coming from the ground-

Collision-collision-

Like a song without words, it magically rises from all directions and gradually becomes clear and loud. ...

It is raining all over the world. The tall pear tree crown behind me and the pear tree covered with snow blocked the invasion of dense rain for me. The place where I sat became a good place to watch the rain. Who can say that this is not the grace given to me by heaven and earth?

The rain gradually stopped, and the original downpour turned into sporadic rain. Looking around, there is still a trace of rain on the snow-like flowers of pear trees in the garden, and this rain also exudes a little fragrance, adding a little color to the world.

When the rain stopped, I reached for the jasmine altar and folded a flower near the tip of my nose. I smelled the fragrance, and suddenly it flowed into my internal organs from my nostrils. Light, refreshing. I deeply realize that this kind of fragrance should only be found in the sky, and it is rarely smelled on the earth. Another example is the poem: If you fold a stick of incense in your hand, there should be no such thing on the earth. Thought of here. I can't help singing the old Sanskrit-

If I become a jasmine, I will try my best to show my Leng Yan and nobility, and I will try my best to show my refreshing fragrance.

If I become a pear tree, I will try my best to make my figure taller, and I will try my best to spread my fragrance further.

If I turn into a raindrop, I will try my best to play the most beautiful rhyme, and I will try my best to moisten all the beautiful things in time, so that they will stay in the most beautiful moment forever, forever! Forever!

Everything in the garden in the rain is engraved in my memory, just as Du Fu said in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night: Good rain knows the season when spring comes. Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.

Chapter 2: Diary of Pear Blossom in my hometown, about 600 words. Whenever I walk through any field path in my hometown in early April, pear blossoms must be in full bloom on both sides. Everyone says that pear flower has a special beauty: it occupies all the white in the world and overwhelms all the flowers in the world. Just like this, she is not as red as peony and rose, but a little white, so quiet and elegant. Thousands of flowers, elegant and seamless, look like white clouds wandering in the sky from a distance, and like a soft snow cover on the top of a tree. Looking closely, the flowers on the pear tree are in clusters, as if whispering! Pear blossoms seem to have many secrets that can never be told, so they always snuggle together.

When the weather is clear, I like to walk under the pear-blossom tree: the sunshine penetrates the gap between the flowers and scatters mottled halos, and the graceful flower shadows are cast on my body, and the light, smart, elegant and quiet pear flowers instantly become naughty. The breeze blows, and the fragrance is refreshing. Standing in the depths of the snow-white sea of flowers, the waves are surging overhead, and I feel like a pear flower. ...

I'm not the only one who walked through the pear flower: the bees on the tree are humming happily while working among the stamens; The naughty dog running around scared the hen away with the chicken; My brother and sister are busy taking pictures of pear flowers with their mobile phones; In order to bear more fruits after flowering, uncles and aunts are busy lighting lamps. At this time, the quiet sea of flowers became lively and had a taste.

We children always think that pear blossoms are too short to see enough. After a few sunny days, the flowers disappeared like snow in the sun, revealing green fruits. However, the adults are happy to watch the trees blossom and the pears bear fruit, patting our heads and saying with a smile, "When the Honey Pear Festival comes, you will have a good time!" "

White and flawless pear blossoms moisten the air in my hometown, make our childhood happy and make the life of my hometown sweet. I like pear blossoms in my hometown.

Chapter 3: Pear Diary in my hometown, about 600 words. The rainy season is impermanent, and the swallow and duck know spring.

This spring is extremely cold, and the rain has wet my hair and dripped down my cheeks alone. During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and everything has been baptized by rain, emitting fresh fragrance. I can vaguely see some clear white in the dark green, so shy and indifferent, just like a female monk who has retired and doesn't want to meet the secular.

The clear pear flower is a touch of pure comfort in sadness and an ornament in boundless floating life. Get your hands on half of Beijing, and the flowers in the mountains are like poems. Indulge in romance, white pear blossoms quietly under the gentle breeze of misty spring rain, completely ignoring the worldly noise. The city at the foot of the mountain, the people in the city, the traffic and the lights seem to have nothing to do with this.

My younger brother has never loved flowers, but he has a soft spot for pear flowers. I saw him squatting on a muddy bluestone board, gently stroking the branches of pear trees with his fingers, carefully, as if he were afraid that the body temperature at his fingertips would burn the branches.

The rain finally stopped, and the smell of the rain left in the air faded. I just noticed such a fresh pear tree. Looking around, the deep path is shaded by the sun, and the tree is full of white pears. These pears are all slightly fragrant, and the white color matches the color of goose feather and heavy snow in winter.

Looking up, the scattered petals whirled down. Did the wind blow them away? Like the bell of a wind chime, fragmentary memories sink in the wind, soak in tea and get drunk in dreams in this sound. Words are not enough to describe the quiet and agile petals, which fall on the tip of the nose like a butterfly, and become Pak Lei petals stained with raindrops in the fleeting time. Before it was said in the past, it was full of sunshine in this spring.

"The pears on this tree must be delicious." My brother leaned against the pear covered with branches with branches in his hand, and his cheeks were very close. The leaves rustled, and he turned around with a delicate flower in his mouth.

I smiled, the sunshine was just right and the shadows were mottled. The petals of pear flower have a little bitter taste, which may melt in the mouth. The fragrance of flowers is faint, overflowing the mouth, and the tongue can feel the subtle lines on the petals.

The filaments of the stamens are as smooth as cicada's silk. I don't remember what color it is, but I remember it. Far wind is lighter than fragrance, and the distant mountains are not lower than half a century. Indifferent and noble, completely fearless, it is youth that just pleases people, and pear blossoms are not proud of the world.

Know each other for life!

Chapter IV: Diary of Pear Blossom in my hometown, about 600 words. I took the bus for more than two hours and arrived at my destination. As soon as I got off the bus, I smelled a faint fragrance. Needless to say, this is pear flower fragrance, faint. Close your eyes, take a deep breath, and the aroma is full of nose, as if pear blossoms are in front of you.

Looking around, under the blue sky, there is a white sea of flowers in front. The branches of each pear tree stretch upward and are uneven, forming a sharp contrast and a scene full of spring. When you look closely, the winding branches are so busy that you can't even see the leaves. All are white flowers and buds, full, white and elegant. Every flower is like a flower fairy in white gauze. Lu You said in a poem: "A powder composition/Qing Xiang is a family, and peaches and plums can't take time. I often think of Qingming Road in Nanzheng, and I am drunk and snowy. " This poem reveals the nobility, elegance and unique charm of pear trees.

In the corner of the pear garden, we also saw several "refined" pear trees. There is a "rebirth tree", and the lush trunk grows askew on a stump, just like grafting. It is said that decades ago, this tree was struck by lightning, and decades later, the dead wood came back in spring, which is amazing. There is also a "birthday tree" which has a history of more than 300 years. The canopy is lush and full of pear blossoms, much like an old man with white hair and a good face. Many tourists want to try their luck and tie red ribbons on this birthday tree one after another to pray for health and longevity.

After a day in the pear garden, I will go back. I can't bear to look back. The pear garden in spring is really beautiful!

Chapter 5: Diary of Pear Blossoms in My Hometown of about 600 words This morning, the sun rose lazily, and my father happily said to my mother and me: Today we are going to see pear blossoms in Ligao! Hmm ~ great! I echoed with excitement.

We finished lunch early and embarked on the road to Ligao.

Along the way, many vehicles are driving in the same direction as us. In the car, I kept thinking: Why does a small pear flower have such great charm that so many people can compete to watch its beauty?

Tell me before mom finishes! How beautiful! Scared back. Here, there is no noise of the city, only the hum of industrious bees collecting honey. That lovely voice has been echoing in our ears. At first glance, I can only see a vast expanse of whiteness, but some are white with green and green with white. It looks so calm and harmonious. People can't help but think of Li Qingzhao's "Huanxisha", which says that it is difficult to ban pear blossoms when the mountains catch up with dusk. People seem to see it again: fairies are wearing pure white skirts, putting white pear flowers on their hands in bushes and budding trees, as if dotted with spring.

On closer inspection, pear blossoms are actually white with a little yellow. That kind of yellow gives people a very subtle feeling, and it is that kind of light to almost no feeling. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all, and you can't see it clearly. The combination of this snow white and this light yellow is so elegant and simple.

There is a unique delicate feeling of flowers on the petals that are almost in the shape of love. Sometimes I feel thin, sometimes I feel astringent.

Pink stamens are thin and long, like graceful dancers performing classical dances on an open-air stage.

Elegant colors, lovely shapes and elegant stamens match, ah! This is simply an exquisite and priceless work of art.

Ah! Pear blossoms! Although you don't have attractive fragrance and dazzling colors. But what you have is elegance that no flower has. When I left, I suddenly understood why pear flowers have such great charm.

Chapter VI: Diary of Pear Blossom in my hometown, about 600 words. I don't know when it started. My father seems to be obsessed with pear blossoms and clamors to take me to the pear garden in Laohekou every day. At first I thought he was just making an expression, but I didn't expect that he really took me to Laohekou this weekend, a place full of pears.

We sat in the car and looked at the rural scenery outside. Ah! How beautiful! Bees are buzzing and beautiful butterflies are dancing in the wind. Tired of the chirping of birds, look in the mirror by the pool and comb your feathers. In such an environment, even impetuous people can wash away the noise of the city and enjoy the ethereal nature. What a good picture "Birds live in the mountains, and people's hearts are still in the pool"! In my ears, whether it is the chirping of sparrows or the whispering of swallows, it is so sweet. There seems to be a drunken poet in the darkness, which brought me into a poetic world.

"Here, finally arrived! I can't wait for the bus to stop, so I can't wait to jump down and get in touch with nature. But what you see is not a tall pear tree, but a row of small' strange things' lined with pear flowers. " Dad, are these pear trees? Why are you so short? "I asked strangely." These are all new varieties created by grafting technology. The purpose is to make them shorter and more ornamental. "The learned father adjusted his glasses representing knowledge and answered very seriously. I watched the pear flower carefully, admiring this masterpiece of nature, for fear of missing one. The petals of pear flowers are round. A pear flower generally has five petals, and its whole body is white, giving off a faint fragrance under the sunlight. I couldn't help picking one, bouncing off petals and stamens and sucking the nectar inside. Ah, how sweet! A gust of wind blew, and snow-white pears fell one after another, accepting the baptism of the earth. I really realized what it means to be a colorful loser.

We played until sunset and reluctantly left, saying goodbye to this charming pear flower. I love you, Pak Lei. Next time I come, you must greet me with the sweetest smile!