Xinrui, mother

Life is like a big garden, which is full of flowers, there is a tolerance flower, there is a concern for the greeting flower, there is a tolerance flower after the collision... It is because of these people who plant flowers that life has meaning and is full of vitality.

There is also a flower in my garden, a flower that blooms for care. One hot summer day, the air conditioner in the room "whine" spread cold air. I'm doing my homework without stopping. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts. "Du", the air conditioning is turned off, "Xinrui, mother's colleague said that staying in the air-conditioned room will get air conditioning disease." "Oh," I squeaked casually. "Let me plug in the fan for you, and here's a bowl of mung bean soup." Drink it to relieve the heat." Then Mom put the bowl gently on the table and quietly closed the door. After a moment, "Ah, it's finished at last!" I wiped my sweat, habitually touched the table, grabbed the bowl and gulped down the mung bean soup. A wave of coolness congealed in the body and then spread all over the body. In the future, every summer there will be a bowl of cool Mung bean soup on the table, so that I cool off. I don't think it's anything. It's just a bowl of mung bean soup.

Until another summer, I went out of the room to the refrigerator to find something to eat, inadvertently, saw the kitchen room in the mother is cooking soup for me, her head sweat rain, but she did not wipe, concentrate on. It turns out that a mere bowl of mung bean soup contains such deep maternal love! I had no idea! At this time, mung bean soup is no longer a bowl of ordinary mung bean soup, but my mother is deeply concerned about me.

Few people dislike flowers, especially women. There are often articles comparing women to flowers, of course, this refers to a few beautiful women. And women's names with flowers on the numerous, although vulgar, but also more image.

I love flowers, also like to grow flowers, before the children in Tongcheng grandma's home, not far from the home there is an old teacher to use a big yard to raise a variety of flowers, spring, flowers are thick, the full yard that is really called a colorful, confusing. He also sells flowers, and I often pick one from his yard. I bought two POTS of flowers that were easy to handle and brought them back to work. Later, a small number of them filled up the small balcony. Although I had a high interest in growing flowers, because I did not know how to handle them, these flowers that I had laboriously carried back from far away were only left with POTS and mud. It was a golden silver white, so fragrant that when the door was open, people up and down the stairs could not help but poke their heads in and sniff it.

Now I have flowers upstairs on the terrace, and for a while it was like that, and those that should be blooming are fragrant, and those that should be appreciating the leaves are lovely, but I often forget to water them, and whenever I remember, whether it is at noon, when the sun is tight, I go to the tap to get a bucket of water and pour it down on the thirsty flowers, A while ago accidentally think of to give them fertilizer, put each plant a full fertilizer, unfortunately, after a few days their leaves all withered and a pinch on the broken, I loathe to pull out, but also water as usual, trying to save their lives, it is not useful, this, and only fell a batch of POTS, but also there are two POTS of sunflowers here open, happy, Makes the platform less lonely.