Mimosa_1200 words

In the vast world, there is nothing but it. What do you like? Is it the lively and cute Ziyan? Is it the crystal clear dewdrops? Or the tender green and slender grass? But I like mimosa the most.

It is small, exquisite, and lovable. It is covered in bright green. Between a few thin leaves, there is a stem embedded in it. This soft and white stem is pulled out from the middle, forming a shy... "Girl"----Mimosa.

Mimosa is also called proud grass. Why is it so proud? The legend goes like this: because it thinks its leaves are the most beautiful in the world because of their bright green color. Because he thinks he is the most handsome in the world because of his graceful appearance. Because it thinks its flowers are the most beautiful in the world with their elegant colors. Because it feels like it. . . . . . Once, the owner felt that it was too proud. When spring came, the owner put it in the courtyard in front of the door. There is a rose in full bloom in the courtyard. Compared with the rose, the proud grass feels that its flowers and leaves are too poor. When summer comes, the master puts the proud grass by the pond. The lotus flowers in the pond are in full bloom. Compared with lotus, neither the leaves nor the flowers are as beautiful and elegant as lotus. When autumn comes, the owner puts the proud grass next to the flower bed. Compared with the colorful chrysanthemums in various shapes and colors, I feel that I am so out of place. Winter is coming, and the snow is flying like catkins. The owner placed the proud grass next to the red plum tree. Compared with the red plum tree that was not afraid of the severe cold, the proud grass was so ashamed that it could no longer raise its head. From then on, people called it Mimosa.

Mimosa is a kind of grass suitable for people to watch. There is a huge difference between it and other grasses. As long as people touch it, it will slowly close its leaves like a shy girl and wrap itself tightly. This is Mimosa and other plants. Something different.

Because of the shyness of mimosa, it also led to a joke! I remember one time, the weather was clear and the sun was shining, the birds were chirping in the trees, and the butterfly sisters also waved their gorgeous wings and danced cheerfully. But I was blowing the air conditioner in the room, listening to minor tunes, watching TV, and enjoying family happiness.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door passing by my ears. I suddenly became interested and rushed out of the room like an arrow. I quickly opened the door and saw a A tall man appeared in front of me, oh, it turned out to be my dad. Dad was holding a small pot of grass in his hand. He smiled and said, "This is the treasure I just bought! Don't touch it!" From this, I became curious about the pot of grass and decided to come. A secret pursuit, I saw my father put the grass on the dining table, so I said to my father maliciously: "Dad! You have been tired for a day, it's time to rest, otherwise your body will Damn it, work will be a problem by then. From now on, my mother and I will have to go begging on the streets!" At this time, my father frowned, tilted his head, and said seriously: "Hey! You stupid kid, why are you like this? . . . Fell asleep in bed. Haha, I couldn't hold back my excitement now. I jumped up and down, danced, and danced a modern disco. So, I ran to the living room and sat on a chair, carefully considering this pot of grass. I was surprised. Said: "Hey! Isn't this pot of grass the same as other grasses? Alas! Only by touching it can we find out."

After saying that, I touched it carefully with my hand. This small grassland, with its sparse branches and leaves, suddenly turned into a shy little girl. She tightly closed the leaves to form a big green ball, and the leaf stems also hung down hard. "Ah! Oops, now we have caused a huge disaster and damaged dad's baby. What should I do?" I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. "Let's go talk to dad. Maybe we can see If I can admit my mistakes in time, I won’t have to be beaten!” After thinking about it, I slowly walked into my father’s study, mumbling incessantly. "Dad! I broke that pot of grass. Look, the leaves of that pot of grass are all closed, woo... woo" My anxious eyes flowed down like broken beads. .

Dad woke up immediately, tilted his mouth, and covered his stomach with his hands: "Haha, what a silly boy, he doesn't understand the rules. Stop crying, listen to me, that potted flower is called mimosa, it's A unique kind of grass. As long as someone touches it, it will close its leaves and cover itself tightly, like a shy girl. Do you understand now? "I stopped sobbing? , the tears were put back, and I wiped my face with my hands, and suddenly said: "Oh, so that's it, thank you, Dad!" Suddenly Dad smiled sweetly, and I also smiled sweetly. . . . . . Mimosa, you let me understand the truth, you let me take the first step of growth, you let me get the key to knowledge, thank you! Mimosa, you are my forever friend!