#Group Museum # I don't have many hobbies, think about it carefully, I like flowers and plants the most, it turns out that when I just got married, I also raised some flowers and plants, what kumquats, fortune trees, peonies, wen bamboo and the like, first flowers grow into trees, trees grow into grass, grass grows into dead branches, it is really not the material for raising flowers, and finally simply gave the few remaining pots of flowers to the neighbors downstairs, so that people raised at home, she turned out to be a worker in the park, the flowers and plants raised at home, lush, flowers, full of balconies, living rooms, is very enviable.
Since then, I have never raised flowers except for a pot of green baskets that no one wanted in the department the year before last.
Like flowers, always feel that there are no flowers at home, there is less romantic and warm feeling, so, now, the home is placed with fake flowers, living room, coffee table, TV cabinet, air conditioning, shoe cabinet, bedside table full of lilies, hydrangeas, sunflowers, prickly balls, etc., there are pink, blue, white, yellow, green, but also lively.
The pot of green hoops that was moved back the year before last, at the beginning of the year, because the child wanted to raise a cat, it was said that the cat could not eat the green hoop, it would die, and it was also given to their colleagues in the department by the child, that was the only pot of flowers that did not feed and died and lived for the longest time.
I like flowers, and I can't raise flowers, only to see the flowers, every spring, is my happiest time, every day rushing in the city's major parks, wading in the colorful, delicate flowers, in addition to not seeing enough, but also not enough to shoot, photographed the beauty of countless flowers, there are peonies, plum blossoms, begonias, peonies, roses, roses, single, piece, vista, close-up, close-up, the mobile phone is full, each picture is a boutique, are memories, can not be deleted.
In the first half of the year, I retired, went to the University for the Elderly with my colleagues, signed up for a painting class, painted peonies, because of the epidemic, I went to learn a total of more than a dozen classes, less than twenty, I am not a diligent student, painting is not good, just entertain myself.
I want to wait for the epidemic to pass, and then go to learn a musical instrument, gourd, or flute or something, the main thing is to learn, it's good to take, put it in your pocket and leave. In spring, sitting among the flowers and playing a song "Phoenix Bamboo in the Moonlight", it is quite beautiful to imagine.
Knitting wool, it turned out to have a little foundation, in the eighties and nineties, sweaters and sweaters, all knitted by themselves, thick and warm, just look a little rough, not very good-looking, not as delicate as the ones bought now.
The following pictures are last winter, at this time, my mother was also at my house, when I was on vacation to accompany her, bored at home, the whole cabinet, found the original leftover cloth head, and wool, just like the gourd painting scoop, but these fabrics and wool, a thin hat for the spring and autumn sewn by the mother, and a woolen hat knitted.
Although it is not done well, thick needles and threads, simple and rough, my mother likes it very much, but I still won the unanimous praise of my sisters, because everyone knows that I am the smallest, the dumbest hand, and I can't do anything, and it's good to be able to do this. Haha, it can also be regarded as self-consolation [cover face] [cover face]
