My mom brought a pot of flowers from outside, and my attitude immediately turned 180 degrees. Although I am a boy, but the flower favorite is not ambiguous at all. This is the first time I've seen this kind of flower, and I can't help but be a little curious. I can't remember the name clearly, but the appearance is still very impressive. Its stem is not the kind of particularly hard, is a little soft. But its leaves are extremely large, really have to admire the wisdom of nature. Rarely do I do anything, but this time I took it upon myself to take care of the flowers.
And I proved to be attentive enough. Every day to give it watering, as for the number of watering has been remembered. Every time I watered it was a scoop, and sometimes I poured water on the leaves, and I was so smart then. Because in the summer wind and rain is inevitable, and I do not want to let it sun and rain, so I moved it into the house. From then on, I had everything in place and the east wind was not far behind. I don't know how long such `days' passed, but one time I saw it was a little bit out of spirits, the leaves were drooping, or even more so, they had died. The stem also has a little lack of water look no way, I can only take down the withered yellow stem and leaves put into the soil, is not the leaves back to the roots?
After that, I bar his daily watering amount increased, but its spirit seems to be more bad. It made me depressed all day, scratching my head. Not long after, the last leaf fell, along with my tears.
After it died, I got rid of all the soil on it, but what I didn't expect was that its roots were rotting completely not as hard as before. I didn't get it at the time, but then I kind of really got it.
Perhaps the only thing left behind by excess love is sadness!