Into the cedar, you will see a very rough surface of the trunk. Like the drought of the land split. A branch of leaves is dark green. Cedar different leaves, the same as the needle. Together leaves and trunk, looks like a pagoda. That green color, shining bright my eyes, it seems that on each needle, has a new life in the quiver. If you pick the leaves, cedar bar will come to you.
By spring, the original dark-green short of the fine needles into the emerald green of the coniferous long. Passage of time, a twinkling of an eye in the winter, cedar, or in the wind and snow resistance.
I love cedar, love leaves it, love it the color, but love the life of its tenacity.
在学校教学楼后面，有一个花坛。花坛中央有一棵高大的树----那就是雪松。雪松大约有四层楼那么高。它的枝叶茂盛，充满了勃勃生机。
走进雪松，你会看见主干的表面很粗糙.像干旱时裂开的土地。树枝上的叶子是墨绿色的。雪松的叶子与众不同，是像针一样的。叶子和主干连在一起，看上去就像一座宝塔。那翠绿的颜色，明亮的照耀着我的眼睛，似乎每一根针叶上，都有一个新生命在颤动。如果你摘了叶子，雪松会来扎你。
春天到了，原本墨绿色的又细又短的针叶，变成了翠绿色的又粗又长的针叶了。时间在流逝，一转眼到了冬天，雪松还是在那抵抗风雪。
我爱雪松，爱它的叶子，爱它的颜色，更爱它那顽强的生命。