I was told the hospital's Napen rhododendrons. Coming home every day I will go gradually withered azalea Napen side, gently tell it, I'm back.
homes in a total of two basins azaleas every year in May, they may both in learning the feisty little girl, you do not let me, I let you. Open with, blooming, flowers over the branches, bright red piece, until the green leaves of nowhere to a Yin Yin.
do not know how matter in the two basins azaleas hospital this year, one of the pot, bloom is weakly, only piecemeal release of several flower, Yan eyes looked down day by day.
Oh,Discount UGG boots, usually I never knew a flower spray,UGGs, can not even count on the man he fertilization, but also from the potted plant to feel bad. Ask me how is it? Last year was not open and hard about it? Is manure more? Or irrigated more? And then the experience with some vegetables to teach me how to how to support good flower.
me and smiled, saying: Could not ask me? You usually do not even know who the characters are spared quadrangle from the pained potted the dying, let alone me?
looked at the pots of rhododendron wilt go, I review myself: is not the last time I give it applied more fat. Not ah, in the flower-growing, from the This may be the immediate basin azaleas, how it was?
that moment, a kind of injury, deep across the bottom of my heart, deep, deep. Daiyu hoe handle, Merlin plexus Chang Yin withering, then this probably is what I like it.
day by day, the leaves completely wilted down, no matter how I save, or can not make it back to life. Gently with a fingernail to pull a bit flower branches, which have juice, not the end of life must decline. I checked the Internet about how to feed azaleas information,cheap UGG boots, according the implementation of the above do. With or without use, I have to work hard to save, go for it.
every morning, get up, I came to the courtyard, potted azaleas in the next, and her whisper a few words: This is how it? Haohao De no spirits? Where do you neglect me? Tell me? ... ...
friend you believe it? Every morning, I will and if this potted plant that moment. And I am to be a good neighbor woman came to me as long as the yard, to see those with advised me to pull these plants withered azalea, said brake landscape of small homes. But I always reluctant, because of its body,UGG boots, but are also life-sap flowing.
may be potted plant life that it should never, happen to be in those days, I have read articles. The book talks about a poet, crabapple flowers grow too particularly good. In addition to thinner fat ground facilities, intensive care, there are the striking that the poet came back out, will go Begonia side, gently told her: I'm back. That Begonia flowers, understand if the owner does, drooping a day of fatigue, to the spirit flew up high and mighty.
later, the poet out a few years. Home Napen Begonia, it has been several years without flowering. Time flies in, waited, ah, at last until the return of Begonia flower poet, heard the phrase,
So I would like to try, learn the text in the poets, open courtyard home late every day, the trailers would come good in front of this pot azalea, quietly told it: I'm back . Said as her hand gently put off the yellow leaves that, if I whisper, can pass through this pot azalea branches twigs Cha, deep through to its branches until the roots, it gradually awaken sleeping souls to the .
day by day, and I have to do so. Not the slightest deliberately, but rather a pious, bent of mind.
miracle took place. About half a month off, it leaves the original Tuojin branch tips, cropped up and tender shoots. That touch of green, I saw the light of hope.
I really can not tell, but Road is unknown, do not know how so that the pots of rhododendron has been the soul of the past. To act the way the Internet has said raise the cuckoo? Ai-day morning or dusk in the whisper and call? I do not know, I do not know, that I recall, only joy. Oh! It survived, and I saved it. It makes me even more to believe: plants are intelligent, she understands human language, people know better.
now azaleas are in a high spirits, laughing in the cool breeze in summer. That the health of small gestures, like the frequently beckoned to me: the owner, I'm back.
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