It's fun to get up in the morning and serve flowers! Although I am known as the "flower destroyer", and I can't feed any beautiful potted plants, I still like to put some plants at home. I feel that the home is a little green, it looks particularly vibrant, warm and beautiful, and vibrant.
After countless defeats and battles, now in addition to longevity flowers, green lotuses, evergreens, rich bamboo can survive in my home, no matter how lush and lush the other plants are when they are bought, they will begin to wither within a few days, and they will eventually die under my hot hands, and none of them will be spared. In the face of the harsh reality, I finally recognized myself and gave up raising plants that could flower.
Suddenly, I felt that I was transformed into a demon goddess, with smoky eyes, black and purple lips, sharp eyes, cloaked in a black cloak, and full of poisonous gas. Everywhere you go, there is no grass, flowers see flowers die, trees see trees die. Those flower fairies saw me from a distance, and they scattered to run for their lives, and everyone rushed to tell each other, "The flower witch is coming, everyone is running for their lives."
Peonies, roses, jasmine, begonias, and roses all escaped so quickly that they disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only Lily took a slow step, was grabbed by me, grabbed back, chopped off the roots and leaves, inserted them in the vase, and opened poignantly, and a little tear flowed from the buds from time to time.
I originally wanted to write a lyrical prose for morning watering flowers, but I ended up making up a bloody magic drama, and I was still the villain boss.
