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Every cactus has a warm heart. --Inscription

My friend gave me a pot of cactus as a birthday present. It wasn't big. It seemed to be sitting on a flower pot and looking around with a round head. It has green that intoxicates you, and its body is covered with thorns.

I got up this morning, stretched out, habitually went to the window to breathe the fresh air, but inadvertently found a red on the desk. I took a closer look and turned out to be a flower from this little guy! The sun sneaked through the leaves through the window, stopped on the first little guy, rolling and jumping. Coupled with the red flower on the top, although only a small one, it can give people enthusiasm, give people the vitality of life, full of hope. I put it on the corner of the desk, and when I read the poem tired and sat in the study, I would pick it up and play it.

I suddenly remembered that I had planted a cactus and talked about the cactus, which was only paid for by the mother.

When it was the middle of the country, my mother and I were on our way home. When I walked through a family, I saw that there was a tree in his yard that was not tall, and it had a red-yellow flower on it. The tree will bloom too? Mother said that it was not a tree, it was a cactus. I don't believe how can a cactus be as tall as a tree? I argued with my mother for a long time, and finally we got permission from the owner, so we went to the yard and looked closer.

Yes, the green coat, with pointed thorns, long and straight, like a swordsman with a sword - clearly has a structure similar to the cactus I have seen before. But the difference is that its green is a kind of thick and heavy green that is faintly confusing, which makes you intoxicated and even makes you doubt that the world has this general green? This green, you can't choose another word to describe or describe it anyway. Any word you find seems to be a low and awkwardness to it. The yellow flower on the leaf scorpion, the small one is like a shuttle, the big one is like a fist. Take a deep breath, the color is yellow, faint and clear. Its leaves are blue and the flowers are thick and intertwined. One leaf is connected with a leaf and a flower, and the color is rolling. The vitality rolls away and the vision is widened. It is like seeing a large cactus in front of you. The afterglow of the setting sun shines warmly on the leaves and flowers of this tree, and the gaze is like a foot, stepping on this green plant. I stood by and went out to God, until my mother didn't know how much I heard, I just came back.

When the owner saw that I was so obsessed, I promised that I could cut a leaf and take it home, plan the soil, and live without watering. I looked at my mother with eagerness and begged her to let me take a ride back; plus the owner persuaded, the mother finally nodded and let me cut a leaf home. Then the master entered the house to get the scissors. I saw that the old hen in the master's dam was carrying a group of chickens in the soil, and the geese took the gentleman's steps and squatted in the middle of the yard... It's good!

The owner brought the scissors, but refused to help us cut the leaves. According to him, this cactus has been around for a long time and has been here. The thorn is long and long and straight, and if it is stabbed, it is incredible! I don't believe it. I can't cut your little leaf cactus alone? I just took the scissors and I was about to start. Who wants my mother to rush over and grab the scissors in my hand, and blame: "What can you do? If you are stabbed, do you want to write? Words? I was stunned at the time. I don't understand why my mother had to make such a fire. I didn't dare to move there, watching my mother take scissors to cut the cactus. I saw her carefully pinching the thorn with three fingers. In a sparse place, the right hand will force the cactus to be cut. On the side of the side, the mother must be careful to stab, don't give a stab wound. Finally, the mother took a leaf cactus and looked very cute in the sunset.

I am very happy, I am busy taking my pocket and want to put the cactus in. When the mother was ready to put the cactus in her pocket, I clearly saw a thick, long thorn standing straight on the back of the mother's left hand, which was particularly dazzling on the back of the mother's hand. "Mom, there is a thorn in your hand!" I called out. She looked down at her hand and found that she was really stabbed. "Nothing, no pain, I have not noticed it," the mother said, while inadvertently pulling out the thorn. A black black spot was left on the back of the mother's hand, and the skin around it was a little reddish. I stared at the cactus, and the little heart felt very satisfied. But where can I know that there is still a small thorn in the mother's hand that has not been taken out!

After a week, because the pain in the back of my hand was unbearable, I went to the hospital with my mother to take a picture, only to know that there was a small thorn on the back of the mother's hand that was already inserted into the bone on the back of the hand! Later, the doctor used a knife and a scorpion to first draw a small hole in the mother's hand, and then used the scorpion to find it for a long time before the thorn was clipped out. Although the thorn was taken out, it was stopped for too long in the hand. Now, in the rainy weather, the mother’s back will have more or less pain, and the thorny knife on the back of the hand has remained. Mother's hand.

Later, because of reading, I almost didn't have time to take care of the cactus that was planted in my own dam. I didn't even look at it for a while. However, it does not seem to have a trace of loss, still in the sun, growing in the wind and rain, giving people vitality, giving people a passion, giving people warmth. Later, because of the reconstruction of the old house, it was discarded under the corner of the dam outside my house, just like abandoning the baby, no one would be willing to make a moment for it. And I, I have never been able to see it again.

Suddenly the door "Oh," opened, and I turned my head and saw my mother coming in. Looking at the mother who gradually approached, I discovered that my mother was so old that her hair had been caught in her original black hair; her eyes and forehead had a small "groove". Is this my mother? The mother in the impression is a black and thick hair with smooth and moist skin... Although I see it every day, how do I feel that my mother seems to be getting old last night, making me feel strange?

No, not like this! Since I came to this land, my mother took on the shoulders of the shoulders. She began to nurture me, care for me, care for me, warm me... hot summer, cold and cold, she used a loving The heart has always been with me, I am wrapped up in this great love. Although the mother's face reflects the mother's old age, I feel that the mother is not old, she is still very young! The wrinkles that crawled on the face, the silvery white like snow, and the mouth of the mother's hand, like this potted cactus, are the traces of the mother's responsibility and love.

"Hurry up, make a stop, go downstairs to eat!" My thoughts were interrupted by my mother's yell. "Know it!" I looked back at the prickly pear on the desk. It was so clear and natural, full of hope, full of vitality, giving people enthusiasm, giving him vitality and warmth. The sun shone on its body, gently, warmly, like a warm stream that flowed into its heart...

The second day: Ding Xinyu