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I have always liked to plant flowers and grass, there are 6 flower pots on the balcony in front of the door, not any precious flowers and grasses, grasshoppers (local common names) are mostly, it is the kind that will bloom light purple red flowers, followed by large and small fairy balls, there are more than a dozen, and then there are two Jiangxi wax trees, a morning glory brought back from the mountain soil when I went to Li Guan to see peach blossoms 1 year ago.
Every day, after work, or when I am bored, my greatest pleasure is to carefully take care of these flowers and plants. Watering, loosening the soil, pulling grass, tireless and enjoyable. When the door opens in the morning, you can always be the first to see the delicate state of the flowers, and the dark green poplar trees, banyan leaves and light green weeping willows facing the court are full of life. Whenever I leave work, tired, I like to look up at the flowers the most, they always greet me with a bright smile, quietly waiting in front of my door.
On a whim, I planned to shape my cactus ball, so I cut love with pain, eliminating the extra ball balls, only the middle of the ball mother, and let the balls grow in a straight line. After the third ball came out, once I noticed that the largest ball baby had withered, for some reason. Looking closely, I knew which mischievous guy had dropped my little ball, and then used a wooden stick to insert the ball into the ball mother's body.
After pulling out the ball, I was heartbroken, hated the mischievous guy, and secretly thought: I must find him and teach him a good lesson. Then for a long time, as soon as I saw those flowers and cactus balls, I was in a bad mood. Then one day, I suddenly realized that I raised these flowers just to decorate my life, to add a little color to my ordinary life, and I raised them to make myself happier. I do my best, they obey the fate of heaven, they are born, old, sick and die, flowers blossom and thank you, they are all destined.
If I try my best to serve them to the fullest, if I cherish them, whether they bloom brightly or grow into shapes, then I will cherish them with a broad and inclusive love, not with the inviolability of cherishing them. To love it is only to do my best to care for it, not to force it to do for me. As I warned a friend who is faced with emotional choices: You only listen to your heart, and you do what you think in your heart.
Sometimes life is very simple, we artificially make it complicated, because we only listen to others, only care about others, and ignore ourselves, can not hear our own hearts.
Love, too, is very simple, as long as you listen to your heart more carefully, you can do it. Less reluctantly. For example, I raise those flowers, no matter how much effort I put in, I just want to see them grow in the season that belongs to them, what they look like, whether they bloom or not, it doesn't matter, what matters is that I cherish them, when they are together, I give them care, they give me the gift of life, no matter how subtle changes, it is also a great relief, as long as they are good, my mood is good. Let them grow naturally, let me love them naturally, this is a kind of happiness!