How to write a composition describing pear flowers?

Some people like beautiful peonies, some people like bright roses, some people like clean and elegant magnolia, some people like quiet and gentle Clivia ... I like Pak Lei.

Snow-white pear, so pure and gorgeous, its small tender leaf buds sway slightly in the spring breeze, with clusters of flowers in the middle, yellow against the snow, which is very harmonious and particularly eye-catching. If you look at it one by one, it is like a fresh spring gushing from the ground, and flowers are like snow-white spray. If standing in the distance, it looks like a necklace made of rotten pearls, hanging around the neck of this emerging ancient city.

If Bai Lianhua is like a beautiful girl's skin, Magnolia is like flawless white jade, roses are like snow under the moon, and roses are soaked in a milk jar, then I don't want to bother to find a more appropriate metaphor to describe pear flowers. I will boldly say: "pear flower is the best and crown of all white flowers!" " I like white pear flowers.

Composition 2: Pear Blossom

There is a pear tree in front of my house. In April, when the spring breeze blows, pear blossoms begin to sprout.

In less than ten days, the small green bone buds the size of rice grains turned into small flowers. A pale yellow flower with a little yellow stamen in the middle and two pale green leaves at the bottom. This is a complete pear flower.

A single pear is not necessarily beautiful, but a pear tree is different. Thousands of pear flowers make up a whole piece of snow, like Chang 'e in a plain skirt, standing in the spring breeze and dancing as soon as the breeze passes. I don't like pear flowers very much. If I like pears, it's because pears can only be eaten when they are open.

The peach blossoms in the neighbor's house have gradually withered these days. My pear blossoms are very beautiful. It rained all night in Zhejiang last night, and I saw my neighbor's peach trees in the morning, yeah! Yesterday it was pink peach blossom, but now there are few left. Sparse flowers make people feel so pitiful.

Where are the pears in front of the house? Wow, what a white silver mountain! Beads of rain dripped from the branches and petals of pear trees, but none of the petals on the ground were knocked off by the spring rain. The whole pear tree looks crystal clear and seems whiter than before. The morning light is like a pear, and Yinshan has become a golden mountain again!

A breeze blew, pear flowers trembled and swayed on the branches, and the falling water droplets splashed on the face, slipped playfully to the mouth, and licked with the tongue, which was sweet and cold.

Ah! What beautiful scenery and lovely pear blossoms! Wind and rain, you are more tenacious!

Pear flower is your ordinary flower, pregnant with gratifying harvest. Li Hua, I love you!