Unable to hold mimosa

I am a very shy mimosa, and my family lives in a house in the flower and bird market. There is a sun, a fresh wind, and a good friend who has a nostril. The days are so delicious and comfortable!

One day, a man with a beer belly walked in. He wanted to buy potted plants for his classmates in the essay class. It’s quite a vision, he just looked at me at a glance. When I came over and touched me with my hand, I shyly closed the leaves. The man said, "Well, yes, it is. Boss, how much?" When the boss saw that he liked me, he took the opportunity to open the lion and opened the high price, but the man still bite his teeth and bought me. .

When I arrived at the home of that person, I heard that everyone called him He Jie. He put me in a pot and placed it on my speaker, the location of the speaker.

In the evening, just as I was preparing to sleep beautifully, the earth-shattering sound awakened me. It turned out that Teacher He Jie was listening to music. The vibration of the sound made me feel very uncomfortable, but I thought that he liked me so much, bite his teeth and endure it.

I am very sensitive at night, don't talk about it, you just breathe a sigh of relief, I will quickly gather the leaves. But the most uncomfortable thing I felt was the nasty fluorescent lamp. This guy roasted me every night, letting me dry my mouth and letting it collapse. In a few days, I was slouched. Teacher He found this situation and immediately moved me to the balcony.

what! It’s so good to go back to nature, the bright sun, the fresh wind blowing in the face, and a beautiful flower butterfly to play with me, really happy! So, I lived a happy life again.

It’s not a long time, it’s a day I’ve never forgotten in my life, the sun is shining on me, pulling the leaves, I’m going to be burnt! Teacher He saw this poor kind of me, and hurriedly poured a basin of water on me. OMG! That is a nightmare! Cold water poured on me, I felt so hot, like someone burning me with fire. I was tortured and all the leaves fell, and even the sprout that had just grown out left me. In a few days, I left the world, no, the bright sun, the butterfly that plays with me...

A few days after I passed away, I completed my task --- let the students in the writing class observe me and describe my withered branches. I am willing to do this because I let the lovely children learn the knowledge and die without knowing it!