There is a row of poplar trees in front of my grandfather’s house. The poplar trees are tall and thick, with straight branches, like telephone poles. I like them very much. In spring, poplar trees sprout and grow tender leaves, which are very lush. However, after a while, poplar

My grandfather’s house poplar trees

There is a row of poplar trees at the door of my grandfather’s house. The poplar trees are tall and thick, with straight branches, like telephone poles, and I like them very much.

In spring, the poplar trees sprout and grow tender leaves, which are very lush. However, after a while, it was very annoying to fall when they fell. They blew on my face and their faces itchy. Grandpa asked me to use a broom to sweep the poplar floes. As soon as I finished sweeping, some fell down. The poplar floes were like small snowflakes flying in the air.

In summer, the leaves are very lush, and the birds sing happily on the branches. A gust of wind blows, and the trees are very cool. I like to enjoy the cool under the poplar trees.

In autumn, the leaves turn yellow, and leaves fall from the trees. The leaves are like golden boats, and the golden leaves float on the left and right before falling to the ground reluctantly. Grandpa said: "Please use a broom to sweep them into piles, pile them under the poplar trees, let them turn into fertilizer, and continue to protect the big poplar trees."

In winter, all the leaves fell, only bare branches were left. It was snowing, and heavy snow covered the earth, and the green big tree turned white. I asked my mother: "Are poplars afraid of cold?" My mother said: "The poplars are not afraid of cold because their skin is thick. "I love the big poplar tree in front of my grandfather's house.

(This is the eighth essay for my third-grade son. The teacher asked me to write about the changes of things in the four seasons. We happened to live at my grandfather's house. There were many poplar trees at my grandfather's door, which was very eye-catching. I suggested that my son write about poplar trees. He was confused and didn't know how to start writing. I gave him a rational idea. He wrote it on the draft first, then I corrected it, and he copied it on the composition text. It took him a whole morning.)

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Although there are more words, my son still feels very accomplished.

Although there are more words, my son still feels very accomplished.