Garlic seedling bonsai
"Thread spicy purple skin garlic, look up at the mother-in-law bow her head." This is a phrase often said by the heads of rural populations.
There is still some truth to this statement. It means that if you walk with your head held high, and if there is no one around, you should not easily provoke. Once you provoke her, it will be able to pull down your face and make a big fuss with you at any time, which will make you unable to get off the stage. A man who walks often with his head bowed, it is best not to deal with him, that is a very difficult role.
The thread spicy is hotter than the chubby spicy, but it will make your tears come out. Among the garlic, purple-skinned garlic is more spicy than other garlic, and it tastes spicy. If you are not particularly capable of eating spicy, it is best not to eat spicy seeds and purple garlic. If not, it will make you remember the strength of these two special vegetables for the rest of your life, and you will not dare to touch them again.
I can't see the women who look up and walk like a goose with their heads up. I can't see those who look down, walking and looking down, as if they have been calculating something and calculating something: this kind of person has too many bends in their hearts, and their dealings are twisted and stringed, making people more than one hundred and twenty uneasy and too tired.
But I love the spicy seeds and purple garlic. It is better not to eat meat than to eat garlic: to eat corn grits, to eat garlic, to drink wheat batter soup to eat garlic, to eat mixed dough to eat garlic, to eat cheek noodles to eat garlic, to eat dumplings to eat garlic... And the hotter the garlic, the more it suits my appetite!
Some time ago, I brought a lot of garlic from my hometown in Mei County, it was purple-skinned garlic, the garlic bone was very large, and the garlic cloves were not tightly hugged together, but cracked, very well peeled. The peeled garlic cloves are large and the purple garlic skin is smooth and clear.
I casually peeled off a garlic clove, put it in my mouth, and chewed it like a soybean, so hot that I almost cried, but I felt very enjoyable in my heart. I once read an article in which it was said that chewing a grain of garlic can kill 100% of any bacteria in the mouth, no matter where the bacteria are hiding in the mouth.
I peeled the garlic I had brought this time into a pile of garlic cloves and put it in a box. Look at those purple skins, so cute. Every meal, no matter what time, always have to eat two or three garlic cloves, which is really exciting.
A few days ago, several pots of flowers died, and a few small pots were idle. Idle, the wife filled the small flower pot with soil, picked out more than a dozen plump garlic cloves from the garlic box, carefully placed them in the flower pot, and sprouted in a few days, breaking the purple skin and exposing the garlic buds.
I didn't care at the time, and then I found out that the garlic sprouts were growing up like I was holding my breath. No, it only took a few days to grow straight, already so high: such a growth rate is really surprising!
Yesterday, I looked at it in detail and felt that the more I looked at it, the better it looked, and the more I looked at it, the more interesting it was. It's that simple, not so complicated shape, light rod one, straight up. Looking again, there is a feeling that it does not care about people's feelings: since you let me sprout and grow, then I will grow from my nature, and I will never accommodate your feelings.
In life, some potted flowers are very charming, very attractive eyeballs, and won people's love and praise, but my attitude is the opposite. I still really like this wayward frenzy of garlic seedlings, like such a wild nature. Whether it is to people or things, I have always disliked the nature of pleasing people. I have raised a few pots of flowers before, and they bloom very beautifully, but at home, except for the children and her mother who are quite appreciative of those enchanting potted flowers, my attitude is very indifferent, as if they do not exist at all: I always feel that their bright reds are gorgeous and colorful, just to please me; their gorgeous and colorful, but let me have a feeling of discomfort.
I don't like sweets, and I always feel that sweetness is trying to please and soothe my sense of taste. I like the bitter and spicy taste, which stimulates my sense of taste and makes me feel a refreshing feeling in the stimulation. Therefore, I like bitter melon, I like peppers, garlic.
I like purple garlic and like the garlic seedlings grown from purple garlic. Now, these pots of garlic seedlings have become my family's bonsai. Whether others like it or not, I like it.
On the evening of November 5, 2821