My garden

On the windowsill of our house, many weeds grew in the cracks of the wall because it was not repaired for years, and they grew luxuriantly.

They are long in the rock seam, a little "insist castle peak not relax, standing root in the broken rock" strong. After the wind and rain, they slowly grow bigger and bigger.

Once my sister came to me in the room and said that she saw many flowers and grass on the windowsill. I was immediately happy. Plants have a high place in my heart. I followed her to the windowsill, saw a corner, actually grew flowers and plants, green, but also appear to be full of vitality. Now it is early spring, all things recovery, our home is also more green.

I looked at these green green grass, suddenly want to touch a touch, feel from the plant unique silky, my sister came to a grass uprooted, I had no time to stop, has seen full of soil roots, long and thick lying on the ground. I am angry and dare not scold her, it is my thoughts, is my memory, I do not want to let the tragedy of nine years ago happen.

Nine years ago, when I lived in a different place, there was also a potted plant on the windowsill, whose branches had fallen off and stems had shrunk because it had not been watered for a long time. After watering a thick green seedlings from the stem burst out, I was curious regardless of my mother's advice, pulled it down, from then on it never grew, I regret, did not listen to my mother, I did not expect to be like this.

I was afraid to struggle with the stone for a few years, the grass was destroyed by my sister in the first world war, I hurriedly sent him away, his observation. Among these were little succulent plants, which had grown only two or three leaves, rich in colour, pointed brown, then tender pink, and finally pale green, all bulging like a fat baby; It's got horseradish next to it, I think it's a big leaf sunflower; There was also a very special plant, which grew very thick, and the leaves were very small, smaller than an ant, and they were very intricate. I do not know what it is called, see it leaves so small, on the spot to give it a name called "little leaf". Mostly green and earthy, the pale green of big leaves, the bright green of fleshy leaves, and the dark green of small leaves, swaying their light stems in the breeze. "Mother, how did they get here?" I was surprised to see her, too. She's a plant lover. "It must have been blown by the wind." As the poem said, the spring breeze and green river south bank, when the moon as I also. Spring breeze brings vitality to the north and south of the Great River, to the ends of the earth, so that the world is full of green, covering Deze.

Time is the late spring season, immediately start of summer, because I have no time to tube those long in the gap of the flowers and grass, so it to grow, no one interferes. I noticed that kapok was already in full bloom on the highway, cotton wool with seeds was floating all over the street, and the trees behind the mountains were already covered with layers of red branches, which were very beautiful in the setting sun. Once I had a chance to come to the windowsill and looked down, and the whole earth was green and red and yellow and purple. The earth is covered with flowers, and the buildings are added with a layer of beauty, just like fireworks in March.

Yellow butterflies flying, honey bees, a gust of wind blowing, falling in profusion.

Look at the corner of his home windowsill again, or green as before. No flowers, no fruit, just silent growth, tall and long leaves, trying to absorb the nutrients of spring. My mother said that this is the performance of plain and unflashy, and I agree with it, but I think it is "when the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she laughs in the cluster". Winter they started to grow, there is air conditioning unit lying down, lack of sunlight, only the shadow of sunshine here, create a good space, damp many plants grow in here, but the rest of the but the winner, they than we are weak, but never out of, since then has been obscure so far.

I look at their strong simplicity and self-discipline, and feel that the face is not a plant, but a person who has experienced the dangers of the world.

Summer is the season when things flourish, when the flowers begin to fade and the city returns to its original color. The plants that grow in the void change from light green to dark green. Once I close a look, wow, lobular long so big, big palm having long so long, how long out of several pieces of hydrated fat leaves, made me incredibly, lobular seems to be a lot more pink dots, I looked at it carefully, several clear pink flower shape appear in front of my eyes, I was surprised shouted "lobular bloom!" And I saw a fruit on the ground, which pleased me. Tired of learning for a few days, it seems to be taken away by these plants, especially refreshing. I seem to be in my element again. The breeze blows, the blades of grass swing, like greeting me.

I saw a fast seedling plant, I carefully protect it, touch its appearance with my hand, each I touch, this is my first time to deal with the friend who can not speak, let me feel quiet, my heart is calm, there is another feeling.

Slowly enjoying the good mood, inspiration and everything that plants bring me.

When I calm down, I look at the wide world outside, the sudden green sky, the lofty mountains, and then I look at myself, and suddenly feel my own small, in the boundless universe, I am just an atom imprisoned here, I sigh a new outlook on life, and slowly emerge from experience. I want to get in touch with nature and go outside.

Although my garden is small, I use all of my own to create the brilliance and beauty of nature. Here, I feel the beauty and closeness of nature, friendliness and gentleness, which let me recall the past, let me communicate with my family, let me resonate with the ancients, and let me have the inspiration to write.

That's what my garden has done for me.

This is also a gift from nature.