Composition: I love the apple ending in my hometown.

My hometown is in * * *, where there are rich fruits, including apples, grapes, walnuts and big red dates, among which my favorite is apples.

In the spring of March, the drizzle is like silk, and the tall and straight apple trees are full of beautiful flowers. Pink petals and yellow stamens are very beautiful. They bloom one after another, attracting countless beautiful flowers and many passers-by. Some passers-by stopped to admire, some picked flowers to dress themselves up, and some took pictures as a souvenir. Passers-by are breathing intoxicating apple blossoms. Laughter and laughter filled it.

In April, the apple tree full of spring rain stretched out its little green hand. A breeze blew, and my little hand shook as if to say hello to you.

The apple blossoms are gradually fading, and the mother apple tree "gives birth" to small green apples. Mother Apple clung to the immature "babies" for fear that they would fall.

Autumn is coming and all kinds of fruits are beginning to ripen. Apples are like red lanterns covered with branches, bending the thick branches. Uncle fruit grower picked the red lanterns, put them in baskets and boxes, and transported them to all parts of the country by truck. It is another bumper harvest year, and his face is filled with a sweet smile.

I love my hometown, and I love the apple orchard in my hometown even more!