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Red persimmon composition describing hometown

My hometown is Fuping, which is the hometown of persimmons. Persimmon trees are planted in every yard.

In the spring of March, when the drizzle is like silk, persimmon trees quietly pull out new branches, grow green leaves, and pieces of furry olive-shaped leaves spread happily in the rain and fog. In late spring and early summer, persimmon trees hung a square white flower shyly, without publicity.

In May and June, persimmon trees were covered with greenish yellow fruits, but don't worry, you can't eat pale green persimmons now. Otherwise, she will make your mouth numb! This requires your patience and grow with persimmons. From the end of summer, first, the persimmon slowly turned yellow and red, and then the persimmon leaves turned red. With the change of seasons, persimmons also change from small to large, from green to yellow, from hard to soft, from astringent to sweet.

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Dad climbed onto the roof and gently picked off the huge pointed persimmons. Persimmon is so soft that I can hardly pick it up. I hold it carefully in my hand, like holding a golden doll. You just need to gently peel off a little skin, put it on your mouth and suck it, and you will suck the red persimmon juice sweeter than honey, from the corner of your mouth to your heart. Persimmons that have been frosted are sweeter, but grandma is always afraid of being too cold every time. She always soaks them in hot water for eight to ten minutes. When they are hot enough, she peels off the skin as thin as cicada's wings and feeds it into my mouth, while grandma sits there squinting and smiles cheerfully.

I am waiting for this year's red persimmon ...