In spring, verdant grass jumps out to breathe fresh air, peach blossoms and apricot blossoms compete to open, willows spit out new buds, and beautiful butterflies dance among the flowers. However, jujube stands in this busy world but is indifferent and greedily asleep. It neither blooms beautifully nor speaks loudly, but it is still the same. The branches are covered with dense wrinkles, just like weather-beaten old people.
It was not until April that a few pale yellow sharp buds appeared on the jujube rootstock. They look delicate, but they grow quickly. A few days later, I pulled out a few dates from a pile of jujube trees. Every day, more than a dozen leaves grow on the jujube shelf. The leaves are oval and covered with wax, much like the leaves of Sophora japonica. These leaves sparkle in the sun, fresh and lovely. Whenever the breeze blows, strings of leaves shake like ribbons on fairies. It's really beautiful.
Jujube trees have blossomed, and six bare petals, like golden six-pointed stars, are mixed in the leaves, emitting a burst of fragrance and attracting many hardworking bees. According to adults, jujube honey is still the best honey!
When the jujube flower falls, the jujube grows. It's turquoise, like jelly beans. It's not delicious. These little peas grow slowly, but they will never turn red.
In July, dates grew up and began to turn red, like sparrow eggs were round and hard. From a distance, the green leaves are covered with strings of big red dates, hanging upside down on the branches like red agate, which makes people drool. Reach out and pick one and put it in your mouth. It's really fragrant and crisp, and my mouth is full.
I love red dates in my hometown!