The flowers raised at home are dazzling and varied. From the small room to the big room, from the big room to the living room, the corners of the horns are all revealed a fluffy green. This green is the flow of life, the return of love. I often sit in such a room like sitting in a garden in the spring, wandering among clusters of flowers, and I am like a cute little butterfly flying with light wings. How many days and nights, how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, how many frosts and heat, I turned gracefully between my green plants, reading the books I liked and doing what I liked. My home decoration is simple and simple and bright, the most in the home is flowers and books, these two things are the courage to support me to live, reading tired, look at my flowers and plants, green helps to alleviate eye fatigue, and my green is not the cure for my eye disease? Books can give me spiritual support and give me spiritual comfort. Reading is a conversation with noble people, and whenever I sink into the vast sea of books, I seem to forget the troubles of the world, as if to forget the pessimism and despair that arise from my lack of love. Indeed, when these two healed me, I was in a state of excitement and joy. I have only a few pots of flowers that satisfy me, and I have kept them for many years, my green waterfall is like a waterfall, my duck palm is majestic, my tiger Pilan sword is in the clouds, and my sails are smooth like a green sailing ship sailing on the calm sea with its white mast. My purple bamboo plums flow purple, and the flowers are light red and finely broken. My nest leaves are turquoise, thick and tall, my crab claw orchid is imposing, the flowers are gorgeous and endearing, and my water bamboo is emerald green, like a girl. There are also a few, many flowers that do not grow very well but are also helpless to live, they are yellow and thin, it seems that the pot soil plate lacks nutrients, it seems that I am too diligent to water too much, some flowers need to be poured pots for soil, these things I really do are not willing to do, I often do is to water and appreciate them. Of course, there are also some flowers that I raised to death, such as Wenzhu and camellia, and the Fortune Tree, which I have not been able to feed, maybe they came to my house just to let me see, for the marriage and agreement of the past life, and then they left with a mission. Maybe that's my fate with flowers, like my fate with someone who dangled in front of my eyes and disappeared. Life is always wonderful, with strange colors, like the flowers and books in my room, in order to find some kind of answer to life, I want to spend a long time reading more books, the answer can be found in between the two.
