viết 1 đoạn văn tả về cây cối bằng tiếng anh

In my garden, I grow a jackfruit tree, about 3 meters tall, with luxuriant, green leaves that shade the entire corner of the garden. The trunk of the jackfruit tree is so large that I can't hold it in one arm. The trunk is surrounded by a very thick, rough, dark gray bark. Jackfruit leaves are large and round, the surface is smooth, the underside of the leaves is imprinted with veins. The fruit is round like a ball, but the skin is full of sharp thorns. When young, jackfruit is green, when ripe, it turns brown and has a very characteristic aroma. Unlike the rough skin, the jackfruit slices are golden, delicious and extremely nutritious.

The alley leading to my house has two rows of areca palms planted neatly and straight. The trunk of the areca tree is round with each node growing tall. The bark of the medicinal tree melts and becomes discolored. The bridge is blue, the outside of the ship's arms are designed to catch the wind. On a summer night, it is really nice to sit on a bamboo ring and breathe in the sweet areca flowers. Each stand has rows of horns made of chicken eggs and shiny green skin. At every rural market, my grandmother carried a basket to sell. She cut the rest into small pieces, dried them and saved them to eat with betel. The dried and fallen areca leaves became my favorite game again and flooded with the game of pulling the areca leaves. Years passed, the rows of areca palms stood peacefully, soaking their shadows in my familiar garden.