The grass doll sprouted.

The grass doll is cute! The grass doll is cute!

After dinner, when I was strolling by the TV, I accidentally found that the grass doll had sprouted and shouted with surprise: "Ah! The grass doll is sprouting! "

The daughter who is playing says, "Mom, I know it has sprouted!" " "

"hmm? Why don't you tell mom? " I asked in surprise.

"If you eat what you saw before, you will forget it." The daughter answered eagerly.

"Then you are the first in our family to find the grass doll sprouting, and mom is the second." I said with a smile.

While observing the grass doll meal, we watched and took photos. That little bud, like a needle tip, can't be seen without looking carefully. Looking sideways, you can clearly see the light green shoots.

When I bought it from the flower market, I soaked it carefully for a few minutes and did as others said. I asked my mother again, and I thought there was nothing wrong with my method.

I have been paying attention to grass dolls for the past two days. Seeing that there was no water under it, I quickly added it, like taking care of a baby, for fear of spoiling the grass doll.

In fact, it is good to raise grass dolls, flowers, hearts, expectations and inner beauty.

How common grass is! But isn't it human wisdom to make native grass into handicrafts for people to raise and appreciate?

Bai Juyi's "wildfire never quite consumes them, the spring breeze is blowing high" is the tenacious vitality of grass, and Wang Anshi's "grass is green again in spring, but ah, my friend Prince, what about you? "It's the feeling of being nailed to the grass. Meng Jiao's "Only an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays." It is a deep praise for maternal love. ...

Times are different, and people's poetry is generally the same, right?

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I wish all mothers in the world health and happiness.

Today, I saw a group of particularly beautiful sentences, which I shared with all the children who have love in their hearts: the mother's thoughts have warmed all our years.