Growing flowers

My love for flowers is based on a famous saying: "I would rather eat without meat than live without flowers."

I like to grow flowers because of it. Mother's influence. When I was a child, the conditions at home were not good and the house was very dilapidated. But my small courtyard is filled with all kinds of flowers and plants, which is comparable to the back garden of the palace. In particular, the three roses in front of the window are always in bloom. The largest one was planted by my mother when she got married, and she can be considered my sister. She is as charming as a matador, as passionate as a matador. The one on the side against the wall is pink, like a girl in bloom, soft and graceful. The one in the middle is apricot yellow, but influenced by the flowers on both sides, it is yellow with pink. The edge of the flower is inlaid with a red lace, like a pure girl with blushing cheeks. The flowers are as big as the mouth of a bowl. Every summer, the flower plant can grow as tall as a person. I especially love to compare with them. I love to jump in front of the flowers. I hope that one day, I can grow taller than them. Every morning when you open the window, the fragrant aroma comes out, making you unable to help but take a deep breath. What I love to do most at this time is to use scissors to pick flowers that are shy or blooming with dewdrops, and then insert them into a vase filled with water. The room also became lively. I will follow my mother's example and water the flowers. I first spray the flowers and leaves with a watering can. If they are out of reach, I will move a stool and stand on the stool to spray. I will build a dam under the flowers so that the water will be absorbed by the flowers. I will pour the smelly fertilizer water on the flowers. I often turn over the soil under the flowers under the scorching sun and sift out the pebbles in the soil with a small sieve. I also like to play games under the flowers with my friends. The huge flower plants blocked the afternoon sun, and the shadows of the flowers were cool and soft. They gave me a great sense of security. When I am alone, I like to whisper with my flower sisters. They always listen quietly to me telling my joys and worries. I once wrote my secrets into notes, put them in a box and buried them under flowers. Everyone who comes to my house can't help but praise my flowers, or ask for flower plants like my mother. Whenever this happens, my mother will always happily give others the vigorously growing flowers she cut. I think this is the lingering fragrance of giving roses to others.

Now I can’t go home often for some reason, but I will miss them. They accompanied me through my happy childhood. My love for flowers also grows day by day. When I go home, I always look at them first, then water them, fertilize them and build up the soil. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath quietly, feeling the fragrance of flowers passing through my internal organs. All worries and unhappiness suddenly disappeared. Seeing a green shoot makes me suddenly feel full of hope and strength. Waiting for a flower to bloom also makes me concerned and makes me ecstatic. I will take photos of them and post them online so that more good friends can share the joy of growing flowers with me. This is the happiest time I enjoy.

How lucky I am to be with flowers. Cherishing, protecting and nurturing flowers has become one of my great joys in life. May beauty and love be together.