I lived in a rental for a few years, and i figured out one thing。
A family with no “human face” and often without looking at the luxury of renovations, see if there is any green in the corner。
I used to go blind and buy a lot of groceries to watch the beauty. It's either yellow leaves or rotting roots. It's more tedious than the ancestors, and it's finally called a "plant killer" and it's so frustrating. I didn't know until i moved and the landlord left a half-dead bag。
It was a pot of dragon blood trees, and the leaves were pulled and i wanted to throw them, but i felt sorry. It's a dead horse, a live horse doctor, and when you think of it, pour some water and throw it on the south balcony。
And guess what
And two months later, the tree was like chicken blood, the leaves were elastic, the oil was shining, and for more than a year it moved from my waist to almost an eight metre, and the whole atmosphere of the living room was blown up. A friend comes to the house and comes to the door at the very first moment, and he says, “does this tree take care of itself? Looks too much.”
What's the matter? It's probably the last thing i ever raised。
I've been touching the door since then. I can't raise anything against myself. The more solid, spicy, a little bit of "breathing" plants, the more surprising they are。
Like my mother's favorite kryptonium palm, which is a long section, and looks at it. It doesn't even have to, it's dry, it's pouring out, and it's going to be really strong. It's like a small doorman who's keeping his door shut。
If you think you're missing a beam in your house, or a doorblock or a corner of your living room, you're going to measure the sky。
I've seen a two-metre-old one in the flower market before, and the guy, he's standing up to the ceiling and he's opening up. No complex basins, one of the simplest cement basins can contain the entire space. The name is also welcome, and the festivals are so high, whether in their own profession or in their families。
Of course, i know that a lot of people are busy, or have poor memory。
The little tequila on the job is my "snatching hook." one time, it came back, without water for almost a month, and the leaves were hard and full of spirit. Especially for those with phnom penh, they're not like power, they're like little art。
That's what i'm telling you: don't worry, i'm dead。
Speaking of hard, the turtle must have a name. It's almost custom-made for chinese-style families. It's obscurant, it's alive and it's big enough to suck formaldehyde. I put a bowl in my mom and dad's bedroom, and the old people look happy and have a long, healthy life. It can grow silently, clean and fresh in a corner where the light is not so good。
It really makes me think that plants are genres. They're the two iron trees on my dad's balcony。
It's been almost six years. It's been like that. As a result, last summer, one of them came up with flowers slowly and slowly. Neighbors came to watch the fun and said it was a good omen for a family。
You said it was a coincidence that my brother did make a big breakthrough that year。
It may be a coincidence, but the psychological comforts of that moment are the same。
In the end, you'll find that where we raise plants, it's a quiet company, a belief in life。
I came home from work, i was tired and i saw the life of the house full of green oil, as if i was saying to you, "take a rest, it's okay, we're still growing." that shit at work didn't matter so much。
It is possible that at a certain age, what is needed is not a strong feeling of stability in the earth。
