Fifty sentences in the diary of keeping jellyfish.

During the summer vacation, my mother and I went to Qingdao. In a booth near the railway station, there are many small bottles, each containing two jellyfish. Looking at jellyfish, I can't help but think of the scene of being besieged by a large group of jellyfish in Phuket the year before last. ...

That year, I snorkelled in the sea of Phuket. Suddenly, something caught my eye, a white creature that looked like a parachute (later I learned it was a jellyfish). I was surprised to see the beautiful creatures in front of me, but I forgot that the danger was approaching step by step. By the time I realized it, I was surrounded by an army of jellyfish. I swam desperately to the shore, and the jellyfish attacked me with their deadly skill-poisonous needles. There is one kind.

Since then, jellyfish, a beautiful and poisonous creature, has been deeply branded in my mind. Looking at the bottle with jellyfish in front of me, I thought, "If only I could bring the jellyfish back to Chengdu to raise them. Who dares to bully me in the future, I will scare him with jellyfish, hehe ... "So I pestered my mother to buy it for me. My mother agreed, and I happily chose four big jellyfish. After returning to the hotel, I quietly observed that jellyfish are like flowers floating on the water, like crystal angels, so moving and dreamy. I think everyone will be fascinated by their beauty the first time they meet them.

After the summer vacation, I returned to Chengdu with my precious jellyfish. But soon after I came back, my jellyfish became thinner every day. Jellyfish, originally only the size of a fist and only the size of a thumb, gradually became smaller and smaller, and gradually became a piece of glass. Finally, only a little khaki halo was left at the bottom of the cup, which seemed to disappear, as if I had never raised them. I looked at the glass bottle and felt a little sad. ...