How do primary school students write records of flower cultivation?

There are many の 1. How to get seeds? 2. How to plant it. 3. How to raise seeds and grow up slowly (in the form of diary (⊙o⊙)). 4. What about the flowers planted so hard? You can write your feelings or not. The following are two memoirs of flower cultivation I wrote for your reference: the first one.

floriculture

There are two original intentions of raising flowers in our family: one is because of our son and the other is because of our mother-in-law. At that time, every time I went shopping, my son always clamored to buy a white rabbit, a small goldfish and even a white mouse. He also raised goldfish several times and died every time. So I said to him, "Only by cultivating your patience, care and persistence in doing something silently can you raise small animals well. Let's start with raising plants. " ? If you can't raise plants well, don't raise animals with me in the future. "My father-in-law died that year, and my mother-in-law followed us to live in this strange city, and everything still didn't adapt. We go to work and school during the day, and she is alone at home. Plus she can't read, she can't go out alone, and she has nothing to do at home, which is even more lonely. Buy some flowers to raise! Maybe we can cultivate our son's carefulness and patience, maybe we can give her mother-in-law some trust and reduce her loneliness.

Some of our flowers are planted by ourselves, and some are bought directly from flower shops.

Let's talk about growing flowers yourself first. It was a spring day when the grass grew and the warbler flew, and it was pink and green. My husband took me on a country road on a motorcycle, with a big sack of soil tied behind the car and a bunch of flower seedlings in his arms. There is mud on our bodies and faces, but our hearts are happy. "It feels good to ride in my luxury car!" The husband said proudly. "Smelly beauty, an old car, I thought I was driving a Mercedes!" I hit him. "Ha ha, can you walk in the field by Mercedes? You can still smell the dirt? The smell of wild flowers? Can you blow the spring breeze so freely? " "I really thought I was on a spring outing? Spring is so beautiful! " Talking and laughing all the way, we came home with sore arms and numb feet! The son cheered and jumped downstairs to help move the flower seedlings. The neighbors are talking and laughing. Some laughed at us, some identified flower seedlings, and some helped us move the soil. It was a lively time! What I cherish most are those three ginkgo trees. I planted them in the biggest flowerpot and dragged their branches with thin iron wires holding bamboo pieces. I hope they will grow into my imagination, and I will cultivate them into unique bonsai. The "green fan" covered with ginkgo trees swayed in the spring breeze and became a unique scenery in my yard. As for those impatiens, cordate telosma and morning glory, I didn't pay much attention to them, but they were full of excitement.

Let's talk about buying flowers first The first time I bought flowers, my family went out and saw many flower shops. Finally, we decided to buy a pot of gardenia, a pot of tiger orchid, a pot of clivia and a pot of lily. Just one person holds a pot, and I hold a pot of Clivia, because it is the most expensive, which cost us 68 yuan. The florist asked me to keep it and said that I would be careful not to damage it. This pot of Clivia is really cute. It has seven blooming orange flowers and one budding eight flowers. My husband thinks this number is auspicious, and I also think the flowers are beautiful and the leaves are neat and symmetrical, but the whole plant seems a little unstable and wobbly when moving, but the shopkeeper said, "Are you worried about not having roots?" Then pull it out, pull it out! Don't want your money without roots. "See he said so refuse, I no longer doubt. I asked another question: "Why are the leaves a little yellow?" "This is not in full bloom? Just like when a woman is pregnant, she doesn't look good. Just go back and apply some fertilizer and the flowers will wither. "So I stopped hesitating, paid the money, and the family picked up the flowers and went home. My mother-in-law nagged gardenia: "In my hometown, mountains are everywhere, and I have to spend money to buy them here. This is a waste of money. " My son is holding a lily and smelling the flowers happily. After a long walk, the old man and the children are a little tired. My husband helped his mother with gardenias, and I also set aside a hand to help my son with lilies, but my son refused to help others and insisted on moving the flowers home by himself.

Since we have flowers in our family, members of our family have a common hobby-flower viewing. At first, when we chattered or praised or taught our son how to observe, my mother-in-law always listened silently. Later, she also came to watch with us and helped me water the flowers when I forgot to water them. Later, the task of watering flowers mainly fell to my mother-in-law, so I gave her some ordinary flowers to manage. It's just that some expensive flowers are still taken care of by me personally, especially the dying Clivia needs my careful care. I read a lot of information about Clivia from bookstores and online. I always water and fertilize on time. I even consulted many experienced friends for this, but it still didn't work. When the last leaf of Clivia turned yellow, I gently pulled it up. It really has no roots! Thank me for my efforts these months! The florist's face reappeared in front of my eyes. She hid it well! A feeling of being cheated, an angry feeling arises spontaneously. The husband said, "Do you like that potted flower best these months? Have you gained a lot of happiness and knowledge from it?" Enough! ""yes, that's enough? ! Perhaps the flower shop can't bear to abandon it because of its beauty, and doesn't want to reduce its value and status. It's like a beautiful girl with a terminal illness. In the process of trying to save her life, I have got everything I deserve. Enough! "I think so.

Looking at the exquisite empty flowerpot, I thought: I also want to raise a pot of Clivia, and I must be more experienced this time. But the work is getting busier and busier, so I have to give my mother-in-law all the flowers at home, and I don't even have time and thoughts to take a look at them. If you work overtime this day, ask your mother-in-law to cook. At home, the food has been served, and there is another dish: "scrambled eggs with gardenia"! My son ate with relish. Oh, my God, my gardenia! I hurried to the edge of the balcony. Except for two flower bones, one flower was missing. "Flowers are raised for appreciation, not for eating!" I was just about to say this to my mother-in-law, but I saw a bunch of green onions in my exquisite flowerpot that was going to raise another Clivia! My chrysanthemum has disappeared without a trace, replaced by a pot of vibrant garlic! "See your flowers died, I planted onions in the empty flowerpot, chrysanthemum is to thank anyway. Kind of garlic is more cost-effective! " My mother-in-law explained. My husband is probably afraid that I will be angry, and hurriedly said, "Well planted, well planted!" " Seeing her mother-in-law's rare smile, remembering the scene when she planted melons and vegetables in the field when she was in her hometown, and remembering our original intention of planting flowers, I quickly said, "Well planted, onions and garlic grow better than flowers. "

From then on, my mother-in-law treated the flowers in our family with the attitude of growing vegetables, and we appreciated the vegetables she planted with the mood of enjoying flowers.

There are many stories about raising flowers in our family. The process of raising flowers is also a process of nourishing the heart for my husband and me. It makes us as teachers always keep a normal heart and keep inner peace. The process of raising flowers is also a growing process for my son, not only to learn knowledge, but also to improve observation. For her mother-in-law, it is no different from growing vegetables. The only regret is that most flowers are inedible. In a word, raising flowers makes everyone in our family feel gaudy.

second

floriculture

I was idle at home today, so I went to the flower market to buy flowers. I am a flower lover, and I like to buy and grow flowers, but I always get nowhere. It's a pity that half the flowers I buy every year have to be eliminated. I can't help buying some books on flower cultivation, but sometimes it seems not enough to get the truth from books, so my experience in flower cultivation can only be accumulated slowly from lessons.

In the past, flowers were only placed on the flower stand in the balcony or living room, and flowers placed in the living room could only be bought as ornamental plants. Generally, they have to be big and tall to look good, but because the indoor air circulation is not very good, the indoor flowers are not as good as those that can withstand the sun and rain on the balcony. So the flowers on my balcony flower stand always grow better than those in the living room. Since we had a roof garden at home last year, we have bought more and more flowers and more kinds. I couldn't buy vines for local reasons before. Now that the place is big, I set up a flower shed and immediately bought several kinds of vines, honeysuckle that can be used as medicine, wisteria with clusters of purple flowers, and Jute that is easy to grow. I bought it at the flower market in the first half of this year. It is said that this Qilixiang blooms in spring and can be smelled from a distance. However, when I bought it back, it was past the flowering period, and I don't know if it will really smell as fragrant as the flower seller said next spring.

Sometimes when I come back from work or feel bad, I go for a walk in the garden, look at the flowers, cut the branches, trim the leaves, loosen the soil and water them. I really don't have any troubles when I watch the green vines crawling all over the flower shed, flourishing and smelling the flowers in red, white or yellow. It can be seen that flower cultivation can really cultivate one's self-cultivation, and pottery is in a mood. In summer, there are two kinds of flowers in the garden. You can pick a few at home every morning. It smells really good. The bough you raised just bloomed a few days ago, and the osmanthus flowers in the garden have all bloomed these two days. Sometimes, people can smell the fragrance on the stairs before going to the garden.

Today, I bought some pots of flowers. What osmanthus fragrans (also a kind of osmanthus fragrans, but the branches of this osmanthus fragrans grow in an arc, hence the name), chrysanthemums, azaleas, hehe, and a pot of cash cow, which is a tall plant, is going to be raised upstairs for a few days to get some air, and then moved back to the living room. This pot is not growing well. I thought I bought rich trees and sundew at home before, but I didn't expect all of them to be "washed white" in one winter. Only a pot of rubber trees is still dying, and the leaves are almost gone. Unexpectedly, after moving to the roof garden, the rubber tree was full of youth and vitality, and the leaves soon grew out, so the flowers that could see the sun and rain were different.

It seems that flower cultivation is really a science. I can't do it without patience and care. Alas, I can't help it. I am a flower lover. Maybe I will become an expert in flower planting in the future, hehe. I dare not boast that I am an expert in flower cultivation, but I'd better be modest and be an expert first. )