A pot of green roses in the corner of the wall, when I first came, the branches were lush and full of life, but by me, the person who raised all the pots left, only bare pillars. I wanted to pull it up and throw it away, maybe it took root too

A pot of green roses in the corner of the wall, when I first came, the branches were lush and full of life, but by me, the person who raised all the pots left, only bare pillars. I wanted to pull it up and throw it away, maybe it was too deeply rooted and couldn't move after several attempts, so I left it to fend for itself in the corner.

Suddenly, I found that the original two or three leaves had become more than a dozen, thin but not lacking in life, the hanging branches swayed with the wind, Chu Chu was moving, and when I got closer, new shoots also emerged from the roots and the dead branches next to them, like a rebirth after nirvana. So, in the days to come, there is nothing to water it, hoping that it will flourish again. Now, after being reborn, the green basket has grown a lot of leaves and regained its vitality, and I can't help but sigh at the tenacious vitality of the green rose, hoping that it is getting better and better. [666] [Ratio] [Ratio]