Just watered my wen bamboo, found that there was a pot of leaves yellow, with a gentle touch of the hand, the yellow leaves fell one after another, like a silent rain, telling its grievances. It's not that I don't want to raise it well
author：Farmer essay
Just watered my wen bamboo, found that there was a pot of leaves yellow, with a gentle touch of the hand, the yellow leaves fell one after another, like a silent rain, telling its grievances.
It's not that I don't want to raise it well, it's that I don't even know why it's angry. Several pots of wen bamboo, all the same maintenance, how to become different on it!
I told myself, yellow is yellow! Parting never needs a reason anyway. Although the heart is no longer entangled, the loneliness, it will still appear repeatedly like a tide in a solitary moment.
Fortunately, the other Wen Zhu had no problem, and they all looked prosperous. It's also a gesture I like. #My family things# #夏日生活打卡季 #
Just watered my wen bamboo, found that there was a pot of leaves yellow, with a gentle touch of the hand, the yellow leaves fell one after another, like a silent rain, telling its grievances. It's not that I don't want to raise it well
Just watered my wen bamboo, found that there was a pot of leaves yellow, with a gentle touch of the hand, the yellow leaves fell one after another, like a silent rain, telling its grievances. It's not that I don't want to raise it well
Just watered my wen bamboo, found that there was a pot of leaves yellow, with a gentle touch of the hand, the yellow leaves fell one after another, like a silent rain, telling its grievances. It's not that I don't want to raise it well
Just watered my wen bamboo, found that there was a pot of leaves yellow, with a gentle touch of the hand, the yellow leaves fell one after another, like a silent rain, telling its grievances. It's not that I don't want to raise it well
