Floral overflow

The unopened flowers emit golden light and work hard toward the sun. The flowers that have been opened, from time to time, exude a fascinating scent that nourishes people's hearts and intoxicates us. My grandmother likes to raise flowers, the front of the window is full of flowers, and the whole family is like a sea of ​​flowers.

Last summer, I spent a summer vacation at my grandmother's house because of my parents' work. My grandmother is taking care of the flowers every day, making my heart itch, and I can't help but run with my grandmother to take care of the flowers. Grandma said to me: "A seed, from germination, growth, flowering, and result. It grows like a child just out. The newborn child is particularly vulnerable and needs the care of the adults. The seeds that have just sprouted are the same. The green buds are very fragile and easily broken." In fact, my grandmother told me that to grow flowers, we must be serious, careful, and treat flowers like a baby. When Grandma raised flowers, she was intoxicated with it, and her smile on her face was so bright.

In the evening, I sat in my grandmother's yard to enjoy the cold. Surrounded by large and small flower pots, they are full of flowers. The aroma of the flowers permeated the air, making me feel drowsy. Looking up, I saw the stars in the sky squinting, listening to the story of the moon sister, so I can't help but count the stars, a star, two stars. At this time, my grandmother came over and saw me counting the stars. Then he said to me: "Do you know? The stars in the sky are like our dreams. The more they flash, the more they represent. The harder we work, the 600 words "Floral and Perfume Composition 600"." I think Grandma said something like a fairy tale. The existence, slowly entered my heart. Grandma told me that her dream when she was young was to open a flower shop, but unfortunately it was not realized. Grandma hopes that I can fulfill her unfulfilled dreams and is full of expectations for me, but I also respect my choice when I grow up. Grandma is like a flower...

Last winter, when I came home from school, my family was filled with sadness and embarrassment. It turned out that Grandma’s flower fell.

Grandma’s flower fell, but the hope seed that Grandma had sowed in my heart was still sprouting.

The fifth grade of Dongguan Elementary School, Fengqiu County, Xinxiang, Henan: Shao Ping