See also Ziweihua Primary School composition of 400 words.

Wisteria, what a poetic name, what a lovely plant. I thought of her again, of her beautiful scenery, of her round face and of her. ...

On that hot afternoon, I met her for the first time. I waved away layers of bugs and I met her. She seems to have an ancient woman's elegance, lofty and reserved, which has always attracted me.

I gently stroked her wrinkled petals, round and round, holding golden stamens. Long branches hang down from the top of the trunk. That's her hair with many "hair ornaments" on it!

Touch her torso slowly and rub it gently. The delicate texture fills my heart with a warm feeling, as if I were going to throw myself into my mother's arms.

I just sat on the grass. With the sweet smell of her body fragrance brought by the breeze, I snuggled up beside her and whispered ...

It was that autumn afternoon that I saw her again. I don't know how she sent away those layers of pink petals. Must be hard, huh? But countless fruits seem to have new hope, and I know she bought it with all her beauty. Although it was only on that small fruit, it really put on a layer of harvest light.

I thought of Ziwei again. She asked me to sit in her shade for a while. She made me feel a kind of hope, a kind of strength, and encouraged me to exchange my efforts for a bumper harvest in my studies.