The house is filled with flowers and plants, lyrical prose

After living in the noisy and noisy small town for a long time, I especially yearn for nature with green trees, green vines, grass and flowers. So in my free time, I made some pots of Bobo flowers and plants. My friends gave me a few pots, I bought a few pots myself, and then I planted a few pots myself, and the number of flowers and plants at home gradually increased. Under my careful care, these delicate elves blossomed into a variety of colorful styles. The various flowers and plants in front of the window sill, on the balcony, in the living room, and in the study looked more fresh and elegant. Sip a cup of fragrant tea, quietly appreciate the colorful flowers and plants, smell the pure fragrance of the flowers and plants, watch the clouds roll in and relax, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and your soul will wander in a sense of indifference and tranquility, and all the noise and noise will drift with the wind. The smoke disappeared.

Most of the flowers and plants I raise are ordinary and easy to survive, and there are very few precious flowers and trees. Most of the precious flowers and trees are delicate and difficult to grow, so people are always cautious for fear of making mistakes. I treat flowers and plants equally, regardless of whether they are high or low, and I take care of the materials with all my heart on weekdays. Some herbaceous flowers generally bloom the same year they are planted, while some woody flowers take one or two years to grow and bloom. The irises, roses, epiphyllums, clivias and other flowers on the balcony have been cultivated for several years and have now been propagated from one pot. Many pots.

You can learn a lot of knowledge by growing flowers. Flowers in the south like shade and acid, while flowers in the north like sun and tolerate alkali. There is knowledge in it about when to water and when to fertilize. When the cold in spring suddenly warms up, potted flowers begin to sprout and take root, which requires a lot of water, so the pot soil should be kept moist; in dry summer, watering should be doubled; in autumn and winter, water should be appropriately reduced and the pot soil should be kept slightly dry. In winter, the temperature is low and the plants grow slowly. Most flowers grow in a dormant or semi-dormant state and generally do not fertilize. Spring and autumn are the peak growth seasons, so more top dressing should be appropriate. Growing flowers is a beautiful enjoyment that can enrich my spiritual life. From watering, cultivating soil, pruning, weeding to fertilizing, easy labor can be exchanged for a pleasant and comfortable spiritual enjoyment.

When a small seed is sown, slowly watching it reveal its tender green bud tips, grow branches and leaves, and then slowly bloom into beautiful and fragrant flowers, it always makes me happy. Feel the ultimate beauty of life in a quiet and leisurely way. When I saw a small papaya tree growing from the papaya seeds I threw into the flower pot, and when I discovered that the small cactus I knocked down while watering had taken root and sprouted again, I felt the tenacious vitality of flowers and plants. The flowers and plants bloom all year round, always bringing me surprise and joy. The sunshine is like water, pouring softly among the colorful flowers. The flowers and plants lift their shy veils, and the clumps and blossoms are swaying charmingly, murmuring the tender green buried in the heart. The big red flowers of the crabapple have just faded in the seasonal branches, and the white, pink, and purple flowers of the hibiscus tree are dancing on the cardamom tips; the gorgeous Clivia has just disappeared, and the enthusiastic half-branched lotus can't wait to sway in the breeze. Delicate and beautiful; the autumn wind has not yet arrived, and the naughty chrysanthemums have already bloomed full of fragrance against the green leaves.

The early morning breeze blows, swaying, and the beautiful shadows of flowers and plants are jumping in the front and back of the courtyard, and in front of the windows and balconies. The flowers and trees are prosperous, creating a vibrant scene. The blossoming flowers are surrounded by the sunshine, quietly blending their colorful colors into the feelings of this season, and even the lingering breeze is dyed with fragrance. Jasmine bloomed overnight with small white flowers, dotted among the green branches and leaves, and each one was charming with dew; Milan's green branches and leaves were dotted with small yellow flower buds like twinkling stars, shaped like corn, with delicate fragrance; The radish has bloomed, and the green branches are scattered with countless scarlet five-pointed stars. They are either connected side by side in pairs, or gathered in a pile of five or six, making noisy noises on the branches and on the green barrier. , jumping for joy; iris flowers pull out flower stems from the clusters of sword-like leaves. The rich purple or pale white flowers are like butterflies flying deep in the green leaves. The slightly trembling petals staying on the top of the branches are shaped like iris. The bird's tail is swaying lightly, its wings are flying...

Not only are the gorgeous flowers pleasing to the eye, but the quiet floral fragrance is even more intoxicating. Every flower and plant blooms with fresh and natural fragrance, and the refreshing fragrance of flowers comes to the nostrils, intermingles and blends, floats into the air, overflows the courtyard balcony, and overflows the wall. The bees were intoxicated, buzzing, hugging the flowers and kissing them tenderly, dreaming sweet dreams with the fragrance of the flowers, and did not want to wake up. The butterfly also spreads its beautiful wings and dances among the flowers and green grass, happily delivering pollen and sweetness of new life to the flowers and grass.

On a quiet summer night, lie on the balcony, among the shadows of sparse flowers under the moonlight, and listen quietly to the whispers of flowers, birds and insects.

Under the gentle breeze of the night, the flowers and plants rustled and sang a gentle and gentle tune, and the flowers trembled and slowly revealed their beautiful faces. The gentle "papa" sound is the sound of flower petals blooming. It is soft and soft, without any pretense. It is occasionally mixed with a few accompaniments of insects and birds, such as the warning of raindrops and the gentle breeze of warm wind. Yin, like the singing of a bird, like the chirping of insects in the field. The flowers bloomed, and the gentle language of flowers spread with the wind, filling the wilderness. My mood suddenly became as quiet as autumn water, forgetting both things and myself.

One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi. All kinds of flowers and plants have their own flower language and temperament. Anyone can find the flowers and plants that best suit his or her character in this world of flowers and plants. You might as well raise some flowers and plants, be friends with them, talk to them, rely on the breeze of this season, so that we can listen to the warm words of flowers and plants in the impetuous world, and all the tiny haze will be like smoke and dust. Disappeared in the gentle evening breeze.