Top 15 Best Descriptive Essays about Pomelo Trees (Grade 4)

In our garden, there is a pomelo tree of the Doan Hung, Phu Tho variety. This precious pomelo tree was gifted to my parents by a school friend of Uncle Quang. The tree is now 5 years old and has borne fruit for three seasons.

The tree stands about 4 meters tall, with lush branches and leaves. It stands in a corner of the garden, next to the pond. The leaves of the tree are round, as large as a hand, and thick, with dark green upper surfaces and light green undersides. In January, the pomelo tree blooms. From afar, the pomelo tree appears to be wearing a full load of rice offering. The buds are as white as pearls; the blossoms bloom into five pure white petals; the stamens resemble tiny, golden raisins. The fragrance of the flowers is intoxicating. Throughout the day, bees buzz in, and butterflies flutter around. In the spring sun, amidst the dusty rain, pomelo flowers fall white in a corner of the garden.

As spring passes, the pomelo tree bears fruit abundantly. At first, the pomelo fruit is as big as a tomato or a ping-pong ball, then grows larger, dangling like a child's head. By June, July, the pomelo fruit grows large and round, the size of two children's heads put together. The pomelo skin swells up, shiny and smooth, weighing down the branches.

In August, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, my parents pick the pomelos to sell at the market. The pomelo segments are plump, fragrant, sweet, and flavorful, earning praises from everyone.

On the altar table adorned with five fruits, the pomelo from our garden holds a place of honor. Amidst the traditional flavors of the Tet holiday, Uncle Quang often reminisces about some beautiful memories of his close friend from his university days, who is now working in a province in the Central region.

In front of our house, there is a pomelo tree. As I grew up, I saw it grow tall and bear fruit. According to what my grandmother told me, this pomelo tree was planted by my grandfather even before I was born.

The pomelo tree in our house is quite tall, its trunk not straight like some other trees such as mango or peach trees but rather curved. Because it has been planted for quite a long time and the soil where it's planted is very hard, the roots of the tree are very developed, even protruding above the ground. The trunk has rough bark layers and occasionally has a sticky resinous layer inside. Along the trunk, there are protrusions sticking out, thanks to which climbing the tree to pick fruit is very easy.

The tree branches out into many different large and small branches, each branch having sharp thorns. While the young thorns can be broken off, the older ones can cause injury to those who are not careful and get pricked by the pomelo thorns. The pomelo leaves have various shapes, but mostly they are long and seem to be divided into two parts, with a concave indentation between the two parts. Pomelo leaves also have their own uses. My grandmother often heats pomelo leaves over a fire to warm them up and then applies them to sore spots on her hands, feet, or to anyone with a sprained wrist or ankle.

Although its effects may not be as good as other types of medicine, it still helps relieve pain to some extent. When the season comes, the pomelo tree blooms with white flowers covering the whole tree, and the clusters of white pomelo flowers completely cover the ground in front of our house, spreading a fragrant scent throughout the house. When I was young, I used to pick pomelo flowers to play with, and when those flowers turned into fruit, as big as table tennis balls, I would pick the fallen pomelos to play catch with my friends. Sometimes, if there were no fallen fruit, I would use a stick to knock them down, and in those moments, I would often get scolded by my grandmother or mother.

As the pomelo fruit grows as big as a large bowl, the tree bends under the weight of the fruit, so my father has to use a stick to support the pomelo branches to prevent them from breaking. When the fruit is ready to eat, my mother gives some to my grandmother and the neighbors, and inviting my classmates to come and eat is never enough. The pomelo tree in our house bears sour fruit, but it still tastes delicious, and everyone praises it. The high-hanging fruits, which remain unpicked for a long time, ripen and turn a bright yellow color, emitting a unique fragrance. Our family has a habit of tying some beautiful large pomelos in plastic bags to save for Tet (Lunar New Year). When they ripen, we peel them and place them on the ancestral altar as the centerpiece of the Lunar New Year fruit tray.

The pomelo tree has been planted for quite a long time, so it is very attached to our house, providing shade in the corner of the yard and cool, refreshing pomelo fruits on hot summer days.

The wind blows, swaying the pomelo tree in front of the house. The large round fruits sway with the wind; dew drops left on the falling leaves make a pitter-patter sound as they hit the ground. This morning, as I look at the pomelo tree, I suddenly feel an immense longing for my grandfather. In the past, it was under this very pomelo tree that my grandfather and I lived together.

This pomelo tree has been intertwined with both my grandfather's life and mine. My grandmother passed away early, leaving my grandfather alone at home. He found solace in his grandchildren and in activities like planting trees... and he planted this pomelo tree with the hope that it would be 'a joyous gift for his grandchildren.' Being the youngest grandchild, I received more affection from him. He often told me and recited this saying as a lesson for me: 'Drink water, remember the source; Eat fruit, remember the planter.' When I was young, his words made me memorize them like a mantra, but I vaguely understood their meaning. All I knew was that he loved and spoiled me.

As the years passed, the pomelo tree and I grew larger and larger. The trunk of the tree now looks sturdy and robust. The bark is no longer green and smooth like when it was young; it has turned a grayish color, giving it a very dignified appearance. The bark has patches of white mold, making the outer layer look rough. The trunk stands straight like a pillar, branching out into many large and small branches, and then smaller ones, creating a large canopy that shades a vacant piece of land. The pomelo leaves are unlike those of other trees. The pomelo leaves are relatively thick. In the middle of the leaf, it is cinched to form a heart shape. The surface of the leaf is dark green, while the underside is grayish-white. The pomelo leaves have a very pleasant fragrance. My grandfather still often cooks pomelo leaves with lemongrass to fumigate the house whenever I have a cold.

During the flowering season, the pomelo tree sheds all its old leaves and replaces them with fresh green clusters of leaves. The white buds vie with each other to bloom, with tiny yellow stamens in the middle, looking pure and pristine. The scent of pomelo flowers permeates the air, a fragrance reminiscent of the countryside. My grandfather loves the scent of pomelo flowers; he dries them and then infuses them with tea to drink in the morning. He says it's no less fragrant than jasmine flowers. Pomelo flowers have a strange allure, attracting butterflies and bees to collect nectar.

When the pomelo is still young, it is covered in a layer of white fuzzy fur. When ripe, the fur disappears, and the pomelo peel turns a golden yellow color and swells. There are white, greenish pimples scattered on the peel. The juicy pomelo pulp is sweet and slightly tangy.

It has been a long time since my grandfather passed away, and I no longer get to sit with him, listening to his stories. No longer do I get him to peel pomelo for me to eat. The more I miss my grandfather, the more I cherish the pomelo tree he planted. Grandfather, rest assured, your pomelo tree is still well cared for. The fruits this season are plentiful and large. Every day, I diligently take care of it, so the pomelos are much sweeter. I still consider the tree a dear friend, and I will make sure the pomelo tree bears fruit and blooms. The scent of pomelo flowers will waft through the house, spreading along the streets, making the hair of the girls smooth and fragrant like streams flowing through blossoming forests. The pomelo provides shade, will produce sweet and fragrant fruits. The pomelo will make our home even more beautiful.

Grandfather, tonight come back and eat pomelo with me. I'll pick the biggest pomelo for you as a gift. I'll infuse the tea with the fragrant scent of pomelo flowers for you to drink. You can then recite the proverb to me again: 'Drink water, remember the source; Eat fruit, remember the planter.' That's how it goes, grandfather!

In my grandparents' house, there is a fruit garden, consisting of many types of trees, among which I particularly like the pomelo trees. These are the famous fragrant and delicious Dien pomelos. This pomelo garden has been planted for quite a long time because my grandparents have been living in Dien land for generations.

The pomelo tree is about a meter tall, divided into many small branches spreading around. The trunk is as thick as a leg, with a gray mossy color. The tree bark is moldy. The roots of the tree penetrate deep into the soil, absorbing nutrients to nourish the tree. The branches are like big, strong arms, supporting the canopy of leaves and fruit. The pomelo leaves are as big as adult palms, slightly long, cinched in the middle like a wine stopper. In spring, each cluster of white flowers, with a faint fragrance, peeks out among the lush green leaves. When the wind blows, the white flowers fall around the base of the tree. We often pick pomelo flowers to play with or place them at the head of the bed for a pleasant scent. Towards the end of spring, the flowers turn into tiny pomelos. The pomelos grow rapidly. At first, they are as small as marbles, then as big as lemons, then as big as an adult's fist, and finally as big as a basketball. Each pomelo tree produces from tens to hundreds of fruits, which look very beautiful.

In autumn, it's the season when the pomelos ripen. At that time, each pomelo fruit weighs heavily on the branches, with a golden color and a sweet fragrance. Peeling off the thin outer skin, we see the appearance of a layer of white pith, then the round and juicy pomelo pulp, which is very sweet but slightly bitter to peel. The pomelo segments are not crushed and do not leak juice. The pomelo tree not only provides us with fruits to eat but also has many other uses. The pomelo tree is used as a decorative plant during the Lunar New Year, and the pomelos are arranged on the five-fruit tray, given as gifts to relatives and friends. Pomelo leaves and peel are used for hair washing, as steam inhalation for cold relief, or boiled with snails for a fragrant dish. Pomelo flowers are soaked in arrowroot powder to create a pleasant, cooling fragrance.

The Dien pomelo variety is very special. It can only be eaten close to Tet, unlike other pomelo varieties that ripen around August. Therefore, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, people usually eat other types of pomelos. Dien pomelos are a famous specialty of Dien land. About a month before Tet Nguyen Dan, my grandmother usually picks the pomelos, applies lime to the stems, and stores them under the bed or underground. Tet is the best time to eat Dien pomelos. Despite their wrinkled and ugly appearance, Dien pomelos are extremely sweet and refreshing. What's more, Dien pomelos have a very pleasant fragrance. After picking all the pomelos, my grandfather usually takes me to the garden to spread lime around each tree. He says it's to ensure that the pomelos bear more fruits next year and are not affected by root pests.

I'm very excited to see the young birds chirping and hopping on the branches. It seems they also want to enjoy this specialty. I will take good care of the pomelo garden to ensure that the Dien pomelo specialty of my homeland is not lost over time.

Our house has various fruit trees, all planted by my grandfather. Among them, I particularly admire the pomelo tree, which my grandfather tends to the most, and I enjoy eating pomelos.

The pomelo tree stands at the front gate, witnessed by me from its infancy to maturity and fruit-bearing. When it was first planted, it was only knee-high, with small leaves. My grandfather diligently waters it every day, and I observe its rapid growth. He also fertilizes it regularly. The image of the pomelo tree always lingers in my mind, growing lush and green. Whenever pests infest it, my grandfather meticulously removes them. With his care, the tree flourishes, and its trunk becomes robust and brown. Its branches, also brown, extend widely, supporting its lush foliage and fruits. The leaves, large and fragrant, have a distinct aroma. Its white flowers, when swayed by the wind, release a refreshing scent, signaling the onset of blooming and fruiting.

The pomelo tree's image always greets me at the entrance, its branches reaching out and flourishing in the breeze. My grandfather often prunes its branches, ensuring they face the sunlight to produce more fruits. Each branch yields abundant pomelos, large and round, initially green and ripening into a golden hue. When peeled, their pinkish pulp exudes a sweet fragrance, creating a pleasant atmosphere. During heavy rain, its grayish roots emerge, revealing the tree's overall magnificence, adorned with numerous budding flowers. The pomelo tree's beauty epitomizes the essence of our homeland, often revered during festive occasions for its culinary and decorative significance.

I cherish the pomelo tree in front of our house for its simple beauty and the delightful fragrance it exudes, providing shade for my playful moments.

In front of our house lies a small garden where my grandmother cultivates various fresh and delicious vegetables. In the far corner, she particularly nurtures a towering pomelo tree, the sole fruit-bearing tree in our petite garden.

The pomelo tree stands impressively tall, stretching over four meters high, nearly reaching the roof of our two-story house. Its trunk resembles the thigh of a grown adult, robust and sturdy. Instead of growing perfectly upright, it leans slightly to the left, drawn to the abundant sunlight on that side. About one and a half meters above the ground, the tree begins to branch out. The lower branches are as thick as adult wrists, gradually tapering as they ascend. Although the upper branches extend high, the weight of the large and heavy pomelos causes the leafy branches to droop downwards, some even brushing the ground. The pomelo leaves are quite sizable, often as large as a hand, with a concave shape resembling a figure eight near the midrib. Sometimes, it feels as though the pomelo leaves are flattened water caltrops. The leaves emit a delightful fragrance, often harvested by my grandmother and mother for household scenting or used during the cooking of seafood, infusing the dishes with a delightful aroma.

Typically, during the autumn months, the pomelo tree blossoms. Its white flowers are dense, emitting a strong and fragrant aroma. They are commonly used for making perfumes and hair washes. Towards the end of the year, the pomelos ripen, emitting a sweet fragrance. These pomelos are typically large and round, sometimes as big as a small cooking pot. Their skins are golden yellow, with thick outer pulp suitable for making pomelo desserts or preserves. Inside, the flesh forms into segments, each containing numerous small pomelo vesicles. When consumed, they offer a sweet, gentle, and incredibly delicious flavor. Every year, as Tet approaches, my mother selects the largest and most beautiful pomelo to place on the ancestral altar.

To me, the pomelo tree is not just a fruit-bearing plant but also a familiar friend. Every day, I dedicate time to water and observe the pomelo tree, hoping it will forever remain as vibrant as it is now.

In my grandparents' garden, there are numerous types of trees. Mango trees bear plentiful ripe fruits, while rose bushes emanate a delightful fragrance. Lychee trees bear clusters of ripening fruits... Yet, my favorite is the pomelo tree.

The pomelo tree has been planted by my grandfather for over 20 years. It stands nearly 2 meters tall. The trunk is not very thick, only about the size of an adult's calf. Its trunk is grayish-green, smooth, and devoid of the gnarly protrusions seen on banyan trees. The roots of the tree are large, firmly anchored into the soil, absorbing nutrients to nurture the tree. From the trunk, it branches out into three sturdy arms akin to those of a weightlifter. These three main branches further divide into numerous smaller ones. The pomelo leaves are as large as an adult's hand, slightly elongated, with a narrowed waist like a wine glass. The pomelo flowers are small, pearl-white, arranged in clusters. In spring, the fragrant blossoms perfume the entire garden. As the flowers fall, the pomelo fruits begin to replace them. The round pomelos, smooth-skinned and carefully cradled, resemble plump babies nurtured by their mother tree. Autumn heralds the ripening season for pomelos. During this time, the golden-yellow fruits offer a sweet, refreshing taste when their segments are savored.

The pomelo tree offers various benefits. Its fragrant flowers are often used to infuse tea. My grandfather enjoys infusing tea with pomelo flowers wrapped in lotus leaves. The resulting tea is both fragrant and sweet. On the fifteenth day of the eighth lunar month, pomelo fruits are taken to offer prayers of gratitude to the heavens, earth, and ancestors. During Tet festivities, pomelo fruits are indispensable in the northern Vietnamese five-fruit tray. Elderly women dry pomelo peels to use as hair shampoo. Hair washed with pomelo peel water is not only glossy and healthy but also carries a faint, refreshing pomelo scent.

Pomelos come in various cultivars. There are red-fleshed, honey, nam roi, and Diễn pomelos, each requiring distinct cultivation and care methods. However, successful fruiting seasons are always the result of careful, loving attention bestowed upon the trees.

Each blooming season, I have the opportunity to accompany my grandfather in harvesting flowers to infuse tea, experiencing the fragrant aroma of pomelo blossoms. I cherish this feeling and hold a deep affection for the pomelo tree.

Every tree species in the garden has its own characteristic and utility. The loquat tree blooms with purple flowers by the well. The lemon tree emits a gentle fragrance, providing refreshing drinks on hot summer days. The banana tree offers ripe and fragrant clusters of fruit. Alongside these trees, the pomelo tree contributes to enriching the garden with diversity and vibrant colors.

Not long ago, it was just a small sapling, nurtured by human hands, watered and cared for. Now, the pomelo tree stands tall above human height. Its trunk is as thick as an adult's forearm and incredibly sturdy, branching out into countless different branches. The roots of the tree penetrate deep into the soil to absorb nutrients for its growth. Some mature trees have roots protruding above the ground like wriggling snakes. The leaves are as large as adult palms and taper towards the center. Pomelo flowers bloom in clusters. The white, pure color of the pomelo flowers, although not as vibrant as roses, is equally captivating. In the midst of the five petals are golden stamens. The clustered buds are as charming as buttons. When pomelo flowers bloom, their gentle and sweet fragrance permeates the entire space. The floral scent creates a very pleasant, gentle, and pure sensation. The pomelo fruit is round and smooth, initially green when young. The blazing sun of summer tinges the pomelo peel with gold, enhancing the fragrance and sweetness of the fruit.

Pomelos typically bear fruit in the autumn. The pomelo fruits sway high above, waiting for human hands to pick them. The juicy and delicious pomelo segments are not only good for health but also associated with the childhood memories of many generations. On the Mid-Autumn Festival, a pomelo cannot be absent from the feast table. The round and plump pomelo symbolizes abundance and permanence in nature. Pomelos are also an essential fruit in the Tet holiday's five-fruit tray of Northern Vietnamese people, expressing wishes for a prosperous new year. Pomelo peels are dried to make pomelo tea—a familiar dish every summer. Women use pomelo leaves and peels boiled in water to wash their hair, the fragrance lingering in the air as the wind blows.

Nowadays, many new varieties of pomelos with better taste and higher productivity have been bred, such as Diễn pomelo, Năm Roi pomelo, Đoan Hùng pomelo. Each type of pomelo has become a specialty and a unique cultural feature of each region. Not only pomelo, but every tree is the same—humans must nurture and love it, then the tree will blossom and bear fruit, offering humans gifts from nature.

The pomelo tree is a simple and familiar tree for any Vietnamese person. The pomelo tree has become a part of the Vietnamese countryside, the sweet childhood memories of us all.

In my grandmother's garden, there are many types of trees. There are sweet sapodilla trees, fragrant banana trees, spicy orange trees with sweet fruit, and the longan tree casting shade over a piece of land every day. But the tree I like the most is the pomelo tree.

The pomelo tree stands at the head of the garden, looking far and firm like a giant guard watching over my grandmother's garden every day. Its trunk stands tall, adorned with the wrinkles of time, embellished with a few white patches that add to the tree's venerable appearance. The layers of peel are just waiting to fall off in the winter. The pomelo branches spread out around like arms reaching wide into the sky.

The pomelo leaves are long, thick, and strangely green, tapering towards the top, resembling hearts. The pomelo leaves emit a special fragrance; my grandmother often picks them, boils them with bergamot to wash her hair, and the pomelo scent seems to linger on her hair. Every time pomelo flowers bloom, the entire garden is filled with a delightful fragrance. The pomelo flowers are white, with five petals gracefully curling, and the scent of pomelo flowers is truly intense and seductive. The scent of pomelo flowers spreads all over, not only enticing bees and butterflies to make honey but also making me feel dizzy.

What I like most are the pomelo fruits when they come into season. They are round like balls, with green and rough skins. Peeling a pomelo, eating each translucent white segment, one can feel the slightly tingling sweetness in the throat. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, my grandmother dedicates the largest and most beautiful pomelo for me to offer to the moon. The pomelo peel is utilized by my mother to make sweet soup, and that sweet flavor still wafts through my memories every day.

The pomelo tree has been with me since I was naive. Now that I am grown, it remains a close friend, a beautiful childhood memory that I will always cherish. No matter how far I go, I will always remember the sweet taste of pomelo and the affection my grandparents have shown me.

Autumn – the season of ripe pomelos. In my uncle's tiny garden, the pomelo tree is laden with round fruits that are truly pleasing to the eye.

Not long ago, the tree was just a small sapling, but now it stands nearly five meters tall. Its roots anchor deep into the soil, making the tree sturdy and resilient. The tree trunk is thick, leaning slightly, and branching out in all directions. Wrapped around the branches is a thin layer of rough, peeling skin. Beneath that layer of skin is a clear resinous sap, constantly transporting nutrients to nourish the tree. Thanks to this, the tree grows larger and fuller with each passing day, its branches spreading out like a canopy. The young leaves are delicate, thin, and bright green like fresh grass, slightly pointed at both ends. As the leaves mature, they become darker and thicker, oval-shaped. Pomelo leaves carry a fragrance reminiscent of lemon and orange leaves.

When the season arrives, the pomelo tree blooms. The pomelo flowers are as white as lilies. The petals are smooth, with five petals curling around a bright yellow pistil. The fragrance of pomelo flowers mingles with the shade of the leaves. Just as poet Tran Dang Khoa once remarked:

“White petals fall in the courtyard

Oh, the fallen flowers still carry a fragrant scent.”

The pomelo flowers fall to make way for the budding fruits. The young pomelo fruits start as small as a pinky finger, then grow to the size of a marble, and eventually as big as a tennis ball. At one glance, one can see pomelo fruits hanging like coconuts on the branches. Large or small, they cluster together in bunches. The pomelo fruit is round and hairy. The outer skin is green, while the inner skin is pale pink. Inside, the juicy pomelo segments nestle together, cool and refreshing. The segments are curved like crescent moons, both beautiful and delicious, appealing to everyone.

The pomelo tree has brought benefits to my family. I hope pomelos can be present everywhere to improve the livelihoods of people in my hometown.

In our garden, there are many fruit trees, but my favorite is the pomelo tree.

The pomelo tree planted by my grandfather five years ago stands tall like a giant with its long branches spreading all around. About two meters above the ground is the main trunk of the tree, quite large, serving as a sturdy pillar for the upper branches. From the main trunk, there are many secondary branches, or the tree limbs. These limbs are slender, small, and longer than the main trunk. The bark of the tree is brown, rough, and rugged. The pomelo leaves are dark green, very fragrant. The leaves consist of two parts, the stem and the leaf tail.

The leaf stem is larger, with a very prominent vein in the middle, dividing the leaf into two symmetrical parts. Pomelo flowers are ivory white, with a fragrant aroma. What I like most is on autumn days, the scent of pomelo flowers carried by the wind spreads all over, as if retaining a hint of the tree's and the earth's essence. The tiny, soft, swaying flowers in the wind attract countless bees and butterflies gathering in our garden. Our pomelo tree is of the Diễn variety, with its fruit becoming narrower as it grows taller, rather than being round like the American pomelo.

The pomelo fruits sway like mischievous children heavily laden in the autumn breeze. Every time the stormy winds blow, the pomelo tree stands resiliently like an indomitable mother, bearing the brunt of the raging storm to protect her offspring. When the Mid-Autumn Festival arrives, the fragrance of ripe pomelos permeates every corner of our courtyard and house. Oh, such a delightful aroma! In the fruit tray for welcoming Aunt Hằng, there is always the most delicious pomelo carefully selected by grandma.

Our Diễn pomelo is not only sweet, with a refreshing sweetness and plump juicy segments. Grandma or mom often sun-dry the pomelo peels, boil them for hair wash, creating a distinctive and endearing fragrance on grandma's or mom's hair.

How much I love the pomelo trees in our garden!

In my brother's garden, there are numerous fruit trees. We have jackfruit trees, santol trees, guava trees, mango trees, and more. All of them bear fragrant flowers and sweet fruits, but perhaps the pomelo tree leaves the deepest impression on me. Planted by my brother's own hands since he was young, the pomelo tree has become sturdy and much larger over the decades, blooming with fragrant flowers every year, perfuming the entire garden.

The trunk of the tree is mossy with a rough bark. Standing about four to five meters tall, my brother says the tree roots deep into the soil like stakes rather than protruding like some other tree species. The pomelo tree has many sprawling branches, with large pomelo leaves, centrally ribbed and divided into two distinct parts. Pomelo flowers often bloom in clusters, with white petals surrounding the golden stamens in the middle, exuding a graceful, gentle, and authentically rural Vietnamese charm. With each pomelo flower season, the wind carries its fragrance throughout the garden, making the air feel fresher and purer. The pomelo fruits also begin to form from then.

The pomelo fruits start off green; my elder sisters often choose a couple of firm ones to play with, tossing them back and forth. Over time, the fruits grow larger, rounder, and gradually turn from green to yellowish-green. My brother says that a round pomelo symbolizes completeness, fulfillment. Pomelo fruits have a thick, fragrant peel; my family often sun-dries them to make shampoo for the entire family, leaving our hair soft and fragrant. Inside the pomelo peel is the pomelo core, divided into many segments, each covered with a thin white coat. Inside that coat are juicy pomelo sacs neatly arranged in rows beneath a thick layer of seeds.

When eaten, pomelos can be sweet or sour, depending on the variety and ripeness chosen for consumption. Pomelo fruits are an indispensable offering on full moon days, holidays, symbolizing complete fruition offered by our parents, grandparents in homage to our ancestors. For a long time, the pomelo tree has been a familiar image, closely associated with the Vietnamese countryside; pomelo flowers and fruits have been the essential fragrance and flavor of rural Vietnam.

I love the pomelo tree in my brother's garden; it has become an indispensable part of my memories and those of the Vietnamese homeland.

About 3 years ago, my dad went to visit a nursery and bought a small pomelo tree with just a few leaves. He planted it behind our house and took care of it every day. I wondered if it would survive, but now, after three years, the tree has borne its first fruits.

Our pomelo tree stands about 2 meters tall, looking quite dense, with a root base as big as my calf, very sturdy. The trunk grows straight, then branches out into many branches, many twigs. Each twig has many sub-branches, each filled with lush green leaves. The bark is grayish-green, appearing smooth but slightly rough to the touch. The branches tend to grow upwards rather than spreading horizontally, so my dad has to prune them to prevent the tree from growing too tall, making it difficult to harvest the fruit. The tree remains a dark green color from spring to winter, with only a few young leaves appearing light green.

The pomelo leaves are as big as my hand, slightly rigid, with sparse veins sinking beneath the leaf surface. The upper side of the leaf is deep green, while the underside is lighter green. When I bring the leaf to my nose, I can smell the distinctive fragrance of the essential oil contained within. This year, our pomelo tree bloomed for the first time, so there aren't many flowers, just a couple of clusters peeking out from the canopy. But the fragrant scent of the flowers has attracted many bees and butterflies for pollination. The fading flowers reveal small pomelo fruits the size of my pinky finger, dark green and slightly rough.

The gradually growing fruits swaying on the tree look delightful. Over the past few months, as Tet (Lunar New Year) approaches, my mom cut into two the only remaining pomelo fruits, placing them on the ancestral altar with burning incense. Each fruit weighs nearly 2 kilograms, with tight skin and a slightly yellowish hue, emitting a lingering fragrance. The pomelo tree has many uses; besides producing delicious fruits, people also use its leaves and peel to make essential oil. Sometimes, pomelo leaves are even used to prepare food or used as medicine for steaming to relieve cold symptoms.

I cherish our backyard pomelo tree, the culmination of my dad's effort and dedication over three years, waiting eagerly for the day it bears fruit for the whole family to enjoy. I will take care of it with my dad every day so that next year and many years to come, it will yield even sweeter fruits for me to share with friends and neighbors.

As a child living in the countryside, accustomed to plants and creatures of the rural areas from a young age, I can confidently say that I know a lot about them. But when it comes to the trees I adore, I can count them on one hand. And the first finger when counting, that would be the pomelo tree.

The pomelo tree in my backyard has been over ten years old now, planted by my grandfather when I was just a little kid. We kids used to affectionately call the tree: grandpa pomelo. Grandpa pomelo is now over three meters tall, and two kids like us can hug the entire trunk of grandpa. Throughout the year, grandpa only wears a rough black-brown coat. But I know beneath that coat are living droplets flowing to nourish its entire body, and grandpa is very content with that. His sturdy legs protrude, firmly rooted into the ground as if no one could move grandpa elsewhere. Grandpa pomelo has a very special hairstyle: evergreen hair, tangled like the hair of clowns in the circus. His strong arms are where the birds build warm nests for themselves. The pomelo leaves, only as big as my hand, with clear veins racing to show themselves to shelter Mother Earth, serving as a giant umbrella for us kids.

During the warm spring, the pomelo tree blooms. The daily green hair is adorned with beautiful new pomelo flowers! The young buds, once green sprouts, have turned into delicate, beautiful buds. Then one spring morning in the light drizzle, the fragile petals open their eyes to life. First are the tiny, pale yellow flowers. Then, hearing the call of the spring rain, the flowers gradually open up to meet their love. The tender flowers, though bloomed, still seem a bit curved. The pure white color of the petals with the bright yellow of the buds create an elegant beauty for the flowers. Not as intense as milk flowers, the floral scent wafts gently throughout the space, giving people a pleasant feeling, as if their souls were purified from worries. And thus, rustic and simple as they are, the pomelo flowers also possess an unexpected beauty. The flowers bloom and then wither, and must fall. At that time, the ground becomes a flower-filled paradise. The white color of the petals covering the dark brown ground brings a new color to Mother Earth. The gentle breeze carries the falling petals down to the nearby pond. The ripples of water, the petals like boats wandering, enjoying the scenery.

By autumn, the once tiny flowers have now become fragrant, delicious pomelos. The pomelos quietly grow bigger each day. They're like children with bald heads, looking at one fruit and then another to see who will grow faster. Then on rainy days, the rows of trees sway to protect their offspring. Then the pomelos also grow quickly as if blown, firm, and healthy. To get those delicious, juicy pomelo segments is a long and arduous process.

My childhood is partly the image of the pomelo orchard. Childhood memories with grandpa taking care of the tree, only picking out the pomelos for grandpa, getting to pick the first ripe pomelos still fresh as if just now. Then the summer afternoons sleeping under the pomelo tree with friends, counting flowers, the times using pomelo leaves to shape buffalo figures, ... Like that, I grow older, and grandpa pomelo grows older too…

In this life, there are many delicious and exotic fruits, but for me, nothing can replace this fruit.

'Suddenly startled, I feel March has arrived,
Spring comes, pomelo blooms in white
March arrives like an old friend but feels strange,
The fragrant pomelo scent overwhelms my mind'

Every time I hear the poem 'Pomelo Blossom Vow' by Nguyen Dinh Huan, the image of the pomelo tree - a familiar tree to the people of Vietnam, appears in my mind.

My grandmother's house has a pomelo tree. The trunk of the pomelo tree is large, brown in color, slightly rugged, due to the brown color of the trunk, it creates large and also brown branches, its leaves are large, fragrant, its flowers are white, the pomelo flowers, when touched by the wind, emit cool fragrances and full of vitality, when the pomelo tree grows up, it starts to bear fruit and bloom. Every year the tree produces sweet, refreshing, and juicy pomelos. After eating, the pomelo peel is dried and has many uses such as: used to boil water for shampoo.

On cold winter days, bathing with warm water with a hint of pomelo scent is very comfortable. It dispels all the cold air of winter, relieves stress and worries. To get a delicious pomelo into the hands of the user, the effort of caring for the grower is not small. There are many different types of pomelo seeds. There are peach pomelos, pear pomelos, grapefruit pomelos, Diễn pomelos,... Each type has a different way of planting and caring for them. But growers who want a bountiful fruit season must be clever, careful, and care for the tree with all the love for it. Every morning when I wake up, my grandmother goes to the garden to take care of the pomelo tree. She is meticulous and attentive as if caring for a child. Every time the wind and rain come, she is often worried about losing sleep, fearing that the pomelo tree will be blown down, then all the effort will be wasted.

I really love the pomelo tree my grandmother planted. I hope the tree will grow strong so that I can enjoy the delicious pomelos from my grandmother's caring hands.