Tell some lovely stories about interaction with plants.

My father likes raising some flowers and plants very much. In my memory, there are always several pots of flowers and plants on the windowsill near the sun. One of the most dazzling is a pot of big-leaf peony half a person's height. In my memory, the flower bone is as big as an adult fist, big red and very beautiful. It's a pity that the flowers didn't bloom much after pruning once. My father tried many remedies, but it didn't work after all. Finally, only the main stem is left after cutting the scissors. Perhaps influenced by my father, I have always been interested in these flowers and plants, but the level is far below my father's.