My plant friend, little fairy
◎ Guangdong Experimental Middle School Liwan School First Primary School Third Grade Chen Ke ◎ Instructor Deng Danmin
Before the Spring Festival, our family bought a pot of daffodils, and I had never bought them before, I felt very curious, my mother put the daffodils in the entrance hall, I leaned over and carefully looked at it: "Hey, why doesn't it have flowers?" Isn't it called Daffodil? "What I saw was clusters of tender green leaves emerging from a garlic-like sphere. The garlic head was still soaked in water, and I didn't see any soil. I looked more closely and finally found that there were several small flower buds hidden inside the leaves. My mother noticed my careful thinking and came over to me and said, "It hasn't flowered yet, it may be a few days, you should give it a name first." ”
I'm too good at naming it, just call it "Little Fairy"! So in addition to the dolls and chariots, I had another friend with a name. At night, I had a sudden idea, I took out all the handmade in the room and placed it next to Xiao Xian'er, so many famous people gathered around him, it should not feel lonely. Every day of the week, I would go and talk to it and watch it change, but only some of the leaves changed from tender green to emerald green. The rest was still the same until I left for my hometown of Chaozhou for the New Year.
The Spring Festival passed quickly. On the way back to Guangzhou, I have always been worried about "Little Fairy", because it is too cold during the New Year. I was worried that it would freeze to death, and the more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, so when I got home, I strongly asked me to open the door. As soon as the door was opened, a strong fragrance came to the face, and a small white head hung low there, and there were small yellow wine glasses in their mouths, like people who were drunk and reluctant to put down their wine glasses. Could this be a special way for "little fairy" to welcome me? I was pleasantly surprised by the vigorous vitality of "Little Fairy". There were several plums in the corner of the wall, and Ling Han opened alone. Haruka is not snow, for there is dark incense to come. Suddenly, the poem flashed through my mind.
One day not long after, I came home from school and the "little fairy" was gone. Dad told me that he had sent the "little fairy" away, and I felt a little lost in my heart, not knowing if I would have a chance to see it in the future.
Finishing: Nandu reporter Liang Yanyan