I like plants as much as books. I can't help but want to buy them when I see them. As a result, the balcony and kitchen are full of plants, but I am so happy. My friends don't understand my hobbies. Why should I buy so many books and plants in the rented house? Moving is a burden. But what they don't understand is that I got peace in the book, and I got a short rest when I was tired of reading. Every time I see my own plants take root and sprout slowly, I feel a great sense of accomplishment. No pains, no gains.
The pot of green radish on my windowsill has covered half of the windowsill, and I feel very happy to see them climb further every once in a while. Of course, not all plants are bought. Those two pots of green longan seedlings and small litchi were carefully cultivated after I finished eating fruit in summer. After a period of careful care, it is now growing very vigorously, even in autumn, it is still full of vitality. I like my windowsill, full of energy.
My favorite is red cactus. I bought it after I came back from Seda last year. I want to make a souvenir. A year later, it grew up, and the original red flowerpot could not hold it. Every time a friend comes to see it, he wants to break one and take it back to plant it. I just said, "If you break it, I'll break your leg." She just gave up, because she knew it was my child and couldn't touch it. This cactus grows inch by inch and seems to be looking for its world.
That cactus grows bigger and bigger. I put it on the computer desk. Sometimes it hurts when you accidentally touch the notebook when you move it. Then I never dared to touch it again and moved it to the bookshelf. Every day when I take a book, I will see two rich trees in a green flowerpot. My friend said that this moral is good, and I dare not take it lightly. When I am free, I always wipe the dust on the leaves from time to time, for fear of mistreating the God of Wealth. Sincerity is the spirit. In the eyes of Cantonese people, it is good to have good intentions.
I have picked the pot of mint in the corner as a seasoning for soaking in water for cooking. Speaking of this mint, I came across it while running by the reservoir. I picked a paragraph and planted it. Who knows, the longer, the bigger. Finally, it occupied the whole flowerpot, and the aloe inside slowly died. I smell the fragrance of mint when I get up every day, and the whole person is relaxed and happy. Cultivate it with heart, and it returns me with this fragrant pot. I picked some old plants for my friend, so I'm afraid she will die. As a result, I heard that they are well raised.
The one I brought from home is already half a meter high, and there are many small ones growing next to it. This flowerpot, which I modified with an oil drum, broke down in a short time. Many plants planted on the balcony are flowerpots transformed from some bottles and jars in daily life. Although not as exquisite as those flowerpots bought in the market, I made a careful transformation, which not only utilized the waste, but also decorated the balcony at home.
The six rich bamboos on the ground are getting taller every day. It's a pity that the two of them didn't know why the leaves were yellow before and couldn't bear to throw them away. They just left them there, half dead. I tried my best, but I couldn't make them full of green. I think, after all, we have no fate. Fortunately, the bamboo on the table looks good. Just water it every other day. Those who take care of them are really beautiful.
However, it's a pity that this pot of asparagus. It seems that I haven't watered it for a week. It grew so luxuriantly, but because of negligence, two-thirds of its leaves turned yellow. So I took scissors and cut off the yellow leaves bit by bit. In fact, the heart is unwilling, and it will grow back after being cut off, and it needs some care. It's only my carelessness that I forgot to take it back to the balcony.
There are more and more evergreen leaves in the kitchen. I'm thinking about moving to the balcony floor. But there is no room on the balcony, and several aloe trees need to be transplanted. Otherwise, it is no joke to fall from the fifth floor when the flowerpot is broken. The copper grass raised in the water seems to be dead, and the pot raised in the soil is getting better and better. I was coveted by my friends every time, and finally gave up the idea after repeated warnings.
Every time I leave home for more than two days, what worries me most is that the plants at home are left unattended. Every time I go out, I pour enough water before I dare to go out. If you worry too much, you dare not go out for too long. I love my home, and I love my plants. Even if the house is rented, life is your own. I live with my heart, and plants decorate my life. I think, everyone who lives with heart, luck will not be much worse.