In summer, the leaves of apricot tree are so many, swaying, like little green stars. A little swallow mischievously fell on the trunk of the apricot tree and jumped from one side to the other. Hello, I know you. The apricot tree spoke. No way. I haven't been here for a long time. The swallow doubted.
Ha ha, I can't remember wrong. The apricot tree loves to laugh. However, when I came here, Miss apricot was very beautiful. She was full of fragrance and pink flowers. She was reluctant to leave. what about you? Only green leaves, where are your flowers? What about the fragrance on you? The swallow scratched his head and blinked his unbelievable eyes.
Here it is! A gust of wind blowing, apricot hidden in the leaves of the fruit jingling up. Swallow see many, many green apricots, small, covered with fine and dense hair. The people under the tree walk up and down, no one is willing to stay.
Ugly in appearance, small in size and bad in taste. Can this compare with the bright flowers and intoxicating fragrance? The swallow was a little impatient. It fluttered its wings and was ready to go. Ha ha, goodbye, swallow. The apricot tree is not angry at all. Half a month later, the swallow flew by. It thought of the apricot tree that liked to laugh and decided to see her by the way.
What are so many people doing around the apricot tree? They hold their heads high and go around the apricot tree, like a group of swallows fighting for the insects caught by their mother.
The apricot tree is still laughing. Her fruit has turned into apricot yellow. Everyone who comes here has to look up and yell for it. An old woman broke off the best apricot that her little granddaughter had found for her and chewed it in her mouth.
Oh, it must be sweet! Look, the old woman's face is turning into a flower（ Fairy tale bar: http://www.tonghuaba.cn/ Please keep the reprint!) The swallow fell on the top of the apricot tree and looked down at it. It seemed to understand. Swallow, have an apricot. The apricot tree laughingly invited the swallow to taste its fruit. I'll come to see you again next spring. The swallow fell in love with the generous and smiling apricot tree. In fact, the fruit of autumn is the fragrance of spring. Swallow, I'll wait for you! The apricot tree is smiling, so happy, so happy.