CompositionI often think of planting flowers when I was a child

Before I knew it, spring had come again, and although the air was still filled with coolness, the branches of the magnolia tree had already formed small buds.

At that time, it was probably on.

When I was in the second and third grades, I finished my homework and hurriedly went to play with my friend Ji Jiacheng. Ashamed, we walked to a magnolia tree, looked up, only to see a palm-sized magnolia flowers blooming on the branches, some white as snow, some pink like clouds, exuding a faint fragrance, intoxicating. I picked up the withered magnolia that had fallen to the ground, and found that its stamens were very good, so I removed its petals, leaving only the stamens to be carefully examined.

Suddenly, Ji Jiacheng said to me, "If we bury the stamen in the soil, maybe it will sprout and grow into a big tree!" I thought he had a point, and I readily agreed.

We picked up the magnolia flowers that had fallen on the ground one by one, and then plucked their petals one by one and put them in a bag. Then, we ran all over the neighborhood to find the best open space, picked up a few branches and began to dig a hole, which was still a laborious task for us at that time, but we still did it with great interest and meticulousness.

At this time, an old woman passed by us and asked curiously, "What are you doing?" "We're planting stamens, and in a few years they'll grow into big trees, and we'll have one more magnolia forest in our community!"

I said to her with a little pride. We thought that the old grandmother would praise our feat, but we didn't expect her to laugh out loud: "Little fool, how can the stamen sprout?

We both don't believe it, and we're still working hard.

Finally, after all the small pits were dug, we put the stamens into the pits one by one and filled them with soil, not forgetting to spread the petals we had picked earlier on the soil as nourishment for them. We are thrilled to bestow our best wishes on them and look forward to their thriving. We had dirt on our hands and faces, and we both laughed at each other's gray faces.

For a period of time to come, we would check every day to see if the stamens had taken root and sprout, take turns to water them every day, and pick up fallen leaves everywhere and spread them on the land, hoping that they would absorb more nutrients. Many people laugh at our ignorance, but we are unmoved. Although we were full of expectations, we never saw what we wanted, and as time passed, we gradually forgot about it.

Looking back now, I really feel ridiculously naïve and cute, and those stamens are probably rotten in the soil, right? I walked to the land where the stamen had been planted again, and saw that it was still there.

I am a lover of flower planting, and I have a lot of flowers at home. It's ridiculous to think of the first time I planted flowers.

I was five years old. One day, my mother bought three pots of flowers, namely cactus, plum, and bamboo. Seeing that I was circling around the flower pots, looking very interested, my mother gave me cacti and plums, and asked me to take care of these two plates of flowers.

I jumped and jumped with joy, but after a while I was worried about how to raise flowers. I secretly observed how my mother raised flowers. I found out that my mother watered the bamboo every three days and loosened the soil every five days.

I also followed my mother's example and watered them, and within a month, the cactus was "yellow and thin", and the hard thorns on all sides of the body became soft. I thought there was something wrong with the cactus, so I took out a small pill, ground it and sprinkled it in the water, trying to feed the cactus, but I couldn't find a mouth. I went to ask my mother, and my mother asked about the cause and effect, and said with a smile

Xiao Zhan Zhan, the cactus is not sick, but you have watered it too much, you just put it on the balcony to bask in the sun more. "I didn't believe it, and the cacti quickly rotted to death.

The fate of that pot of plum is not any better. I watered it for five or six months, but it didn't bloom, and it was about to enter winter, and if it didn't bloom again, it would be the end of the year (at that time, I didn't know that the plum bloomed in winter), what should I do? I thought about it, but I couldn't come up with one.

After a few more weeks, the kindergarten teacher told us that chicken shells are a kind of flower fertilizer, and I came up with a good idea to pestering my dad to make an egg feast first, and then put the egg shells on the leaves. I was secretly proud of my "masterpiece". Later, when my mother came to water the bamboo, she found out and immediately carried out "rescue", but three leaves still died.

In winter, there were several heavy snowfalls, which crushed the branches of the plum, and I also went to water, which is called "adding water to the snow". As a result, not only did the plum not bloom in winter, but froze to death in winter.

It's really fun to raise flowers, but it's better to learn some knowledge before raising them if you don't have experience, otherwise raising flowers won't hurt flowers, and it's not good.