Loved the quiet life, holidays, the only entertainment was raising flowers. Every blossom is joy.
The bloom of every leaf is a pleasure.
New Year's Eve flowers bought years ago
Colorful sky full of stars
Red willow
Colorful don't forget me
What I am most proud of is that the wax-skinned cuckoo i bought last year exploded again, attracting children and friends to take pictures.
And this pot of crab claw orchids, which has been blooming in my house for the sixth year
There are also a few small flowers that are also blooming.
In particular, this four-season plum, which blooms in all seasons, sometimes feels tired for her.
There is also this tree on the office windowsill that I call the thorn flower, which often brings me a beautiful mood.
I don't like to have cats and dogs, talk too much, bother, and go out for a walk. I don't like the scene of people biting dogs on the street, and I don't like the liveliness of many cute pets getting together and chirping and wowing.
Just like flowers, just sit and watch.
In life, there are so many grievances and helplessness, not all grievances can be shouted, not all the hearts can be told to someone, some things can only be understood by themselves, some words can only be pressed in the bottom of the heart, said to themselves, said to the flowers, and when the petals fall, my sorrow withers...
Flowers give me confidence, give me strength, it tells me that as long as you work hard, you have things that others can't take away, such as knowledge, such as thinking, such as body shape, such as beauty, such as happiness.........
Raising flowers is very hard, like it is not the same, to believe that there is always a person in the world who is willing to love you in the most simple way, not to use you, nor is it a routine, or simply want to be good to you.