Text/Yoshiko
Cold dew passed, the weather was suddenly different, coupled with a few days of rain, it was particularly autumn windy, and when I fell asleep, I still had a little worry, and I couldn't help but go to the balcony again.
Seeing them in the autumn wind, in the rain, the air wet and cold, in a hurry, I tirelessly invited them into the house, enjoyed the light of the electric lamp, and looked at them again, my heart was stable.
Each pot is a story, three pots of orchids are divided by one pot, which was given to me by Sister Lan, and there is a nameless grass in one pot, which grows green, the stem is tough and transparent, the leaves are broken and nectar, I really like it, and I raise it with the orchid.
About this pot of orchids, the ups and downs of its life, has done a text narrative, once almost by my daughter if there is no care, away from me, thanks to my return is not too late, only today a pot of three pots, has been a long-term companionship, even from that time to now, has never flowered again, I still like to appreciate its leaves, touched its dedication to life, there is a saying that is very good, as long as there is life, you can enjoy the sun and rain, you can see how precious life is.
Jasmine, a pot of many plants, from a town to spend ten yuan to buy, in many flowers and grasses, I only chose this pot, indicating that fate, back to change the way to raise jasmine in the past, the original soil was peeled off, the dead mud was wrapped too tightly, could not eat into the water, in the past it was very good, slowly will die, this time change of mind, successfully moved the pot, the growth is gratifying, the flowers bloom and fall, some time ago, I left home to go to the south for more than twenty days, no one watered, it is a pot of flowers that I am most concerned about, and it is true when I come back There are no leaves and flowers, only a trace of breath remains, I watered and put it in the shade to slowly recover its vitality, almost every tree has come alive, this life does not live up to life, is a kind person's heart full of touch, only those who do it themselves can understand.
A pot of scenery trees similar to red leaves, is my first time to the East District far away Hongye Village vaccination, walk back on the way back, the feet were ground a blood bubble, in order to divert the mind, forget the pain, I walked, looked at each flower and grass over and over again, wanted to pluck a wood to bring back, the result accidentally saw it, small tall, excellent style, is loved, without thinking about it, such as the treasure to bring back, sure enough, the foot is no longer painful, very easy to walk back to Yintai City, brought back in the only simple plastic basin, There is no sign of life transplantation, easy to live, next to a random sunflower, two phases, both grow very well, the value of life lies in the discovery, the wise person, often find the beauty of the world, he (she) has the same love for life as it, and strive to live an extraordinary temperament to decorate themselves and embellish the beauty of the world.
There is also a pot of moon season, can also be said to be roses, I do not distinguish between them, if you distinguish, I still want to say that it is the moon season, because the moon season flowers grew up with me, there are hometown, old things, hometown feelings, and more with water cuttings The joy of the moon season, about the plot of the moon season with water cuttings is written in the story of "The Life of Women's Rapeseed".
A pot of phnom penh hanging orchid, the leaves are a little yellow, she is Ying sister came, silently brought in the bowl pool, with a disposable water cup storage, so delicate and petite, Ying sister came to see I like flowers, brought to me, did not tell me in advance, this is tacit understanding, when I go home to see, very touched, very warm, very fond.
There are also two pots of green leaf hanging orchids, which are pinched from the greenery of Yintai City, and the flowers cannot be raised without pinching, just like books that cannot be borrowed or read, the same emotions, doubly cherished and liked.
There are also many pots outside, many stories, and I will not tell them all here, and when the flowers bloom and fall.
The beauty of the world comes from the ingenuity of every good person, to create, to discover, to work hard, good people are amorous, amorous, but also the nature of good people.