So "cherished"

Walking on this street, far away, you can smell a floral, faint, so fresh, so charming... A woman is playing with her jasmine in a whole car, I can’t help but move: “Mom, I I also want Jasmine!" I like the things that bring life, I like to watch the flowers that bloom in it, I like to see it in a elegant posture, I like to let every life scent in my life.

Mom looked at this Jasmine stall: "You still have to buy it? Don't you remember the pot of last summer's summer?" She said, she continued to go straight ahead. I dropped my head down.

I remembered last year, as if I had already forgotten it, I also bought a pot of jasmine here. Also with such a mood, it is curiosity, it is fresh, it is a heartfelt love, maybe now, it is an impulse. I put it together with a prickly pear - in fact, there are still a few pots of beauty and money trees, but because of the arrival of jasmine, they lost their favor, eclipsed, and pulled down the branches.

So, every morning, I will open my eyes for the first time, sipping the smell of the air, walking to the jasmine by the window, slowly watering it, gently fertilizing, carefully weeding... ... watched it play with his own figure, looking at which new flower, or which one was just a long flower. I will praise, applaud and cherish every new life.

Life is always so beautiful, the petals of jasmine are always layered, so they also infiltrate the mysterious scent. This is the beauty that is unique to the East! The white petals are not stained, pure and thorough. So sorrowful. It is not the richness of peony, not the pride of plum blossoms, such purity, as the famous songs convey. Is it a fish geese? Is it a closed month of shame? Or is it under the morning glow?

The flower bones are tightly wrapped one by one, but there are also some feelings that "Yang family has a woman who grows up and grows up in the deep, and I don't know". I am quietly and hopefully expecting its growth.

Even if it is a flower that has been zeroed, I love it. With a white handkerchief, wrap them carefully and put them in my favorite wooden box. How can this be smeared by the earth?

I started school, I went to the middle school, the course became tighter, and what I should and should not do was full of my life. Gradually, I took less time to take care of Jasmine. One day, Dad went to the window with great interest to see the prickly pear - this is what he gave to me, so I was very concerned. "Oh, your jasmine seems to be short of water!" Dad shouted.

I leaned back slightly and looked at the window: "Hey, you can pour water for me! I don't have time!" I licked the eyes of the novel, yeah, I am very busy.

Soon, the midterm exam is coming, and the reason why I don't take care of Jasmine seems to be another layer. It is still like this busy life rhythm. Jasmine was gradually forgotten by me.

The midterm exam ended my jasmine that I saw the window by chance. Nothing has been spent, even the leaves have fallen. I have forgotten that it was originally a jasmine, because no one can see it, or think of its original beauty. I seem to think of something again, I poured a lot of water on it, and gave it a lot of fertilizer, hoping it will reinvigorate the beautiful face of the past. However, it disappoints me. It is still like the original momentum. The dying down the branches, like the old man who is breathing, becomes yellow. I even complained about it - when I was so eager to hope that it would recover, it would not be appreciated at all!

Later, I became desperate for it, and I seem to have forgotten the existence of this life.

Winter vacation, it completely ended life. I stood in front of it silently, for a long time, because I said to others: "I love and cherish every life."

Once, when I researched the scientific research materials, I found that jasmine only blooms in the summer. If I water the water once a week, I can continue the life of the year, and then open the beautiful jasmine flowers... I stunned, an inexplicable Sadness and depression, perhaps not only a pity for Jasmine. Immediately, I licked my nose and said stiffly: "At that time, I was very busy, not blame--"

I have already passed the Jasmine stall, and I look back and look at it. It is self-blame, regret, and despise myself...