Lao She s article, a little shorter

Lao She, "The Joy of Raising Flowers".

I love flowers, so I love to raise them. I'm not a flower grower yet.

Home, because there is no time to do research and experiments. I only raise.

Flowers are regarded as a kind of pleasure in life, and flowers bloom in good and bad shapes.

I don't care, as long as it blooms, I'm happy. In my little courtyard.

In the summer, it is full of flowers and plants, and the kittens have to go up to the house to play.

There is no playground for them on the ground.

Although there are many flowers, there are no exotic flowers and plants. Precious flowers and plants are not easy to feed, and it is sad to look at a good flower and get sick and want to die. I don't want to.

Weeping all the time. The climate in Beijing is not very good for raising flowers.

Good. Winters are cold, springs are windy, and summers are either dry or heavy.

The rain is pouring down; Autumn is the best, but suddenly there are frosts. In this.

In the climate, I want to feed the good flowers of the south, but I don't have that.

What a capability. Therefore, I only raise some good kinds of easy living, myself.

Flowers and plants that will struggle.

However, even though the flowers and plants can fight on their own, if I ignore them and leave them to fend for themselves, most of them will still die. I gotta.

Take care of them every day, and care for them as if they were good friends. One comes.

Second, I touched some doorways: some of the likes of yin, don't put them.

In the sun, if some people like to be dry, don't water them more. It's a pleasure.

Interesting, touching the doorway, the flowers and plants are fed, and they are three years and five years old.

How interesting it is to be alive and to blossom! It's not blowing around, that's it.

It's knowledge! It's not a bad thing to have a little more knowledge.

Am I not suffering from leg disease, which is not only not conducive to walking, but also not conducive to long-term.

Sit. I don't know that the flowers and plants are taken care of by me, and I don't feel grateful to them.

Thank; I have to thank them. When I work, I always.

I wrote a few dozen words, so I went to the courtyard to have a look, watered this tree, moved that pot, and then went back to the house to write a little more, and then came out again.

Go, and so on, combining mental work with physical work.

Together, it is better for the body and mind than taking medicine. If you catch the raging storm.

If it rains or the weather changes abruptly, the whole family has to mobilize to rescue the flowers and plants, which is very tense. Hundreds of potted flowers have to be rushed to the house quickly, making people have backache and leg pain, and hot sweat. The next day, when the weather improved, I had to move all the flowers out, and I had another backache and leg pain, and it was hot.

Sweat dripping. But how interesting it is! Do not work, even.

Isn't it true that a flower can't feed it?

The comrades who deliver milk praise "so fragrant" when they enter the door! This makes us.

The whole family is proud. Arrive at the time when the epiphany blooms, about a few.

A friend came to take a look, and there was more of the spirit of the candle night tour - epiphany.

Always in the night. When the flowers are divided into roots, one is divided into several trees, and some are given to friends; Watch a friend take their labor.

The fruit is naturally very fond of it.

Of course, there are sad times, and this summer was the one.

Return. 300 chrysanthemum seedlings are still on the ground (not yet in the pot.)

Wait), it rained heavily. The wall of the neighbor's house fell, and the chrysanthemum was quilted.

There are about 30 kinds of stoned deaths, more than 100 trees! The whole family hasn't been in a few days.

There is a smile! There are joys and sorrows, there are laughter and tears, there are flowers and fruits, there are fragrances and colors, both labor and knowledge, this is the fun of raising flowers

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