Everyone has his own love. Some people like pine trees because they are evergreen all year round. Some people like plum blossom because it is different. Many people like exotic flowers and herbs because they are rare in the world.

But I like willow trees. Although some people always say it is fragile, it shows the softness of spring.

In early spring and February, the snow and ice in the shade have not completely melted, and the chill in winter has not completely disappeared, but the willows have pulled out green branches, revealing clusters of green buds to welcome the arrival of spring girls. Look, its long, soft branches are swaying leisurely on the calm lake, and its movements are so light and gentle. They lined up neatly and welcomed Miss Chun with beautiful dance! "I don't know who cut the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors." I can't help reciting this poem.

In midsummer, willow branches appear longer, greener and softer. This season, it is like a grown-up girl, wearing long green hair, standing quietly with her head down and a smile. As if waiting, as if in meditation. Naughty children often break the soft branches of willows and wrap them around their heads to be heroic "PLA", not to mention how energetic they are.

I often hear adults say, "plant flowers intentionally, but you can't blossom, and you can't plant willows unintentionally." I thought about it: Yes, peony is beautiful and jasmine is fragrant, but it can't be separated from the hard cultivation of gardeners. But willows are bathed in sunshine, sucking the rain and dew, thriving on the banks and decorating the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland.