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Spring flowers on the roof

"Autumn wind blowing shaking shivering, scattered small flowers to attract people's pity." Until today, I didn't realize that the real name of the "spring flower" that I planted in my childhood was "Rooted Stick Leaves", which is a good name! A long, long time ago, I got into trouble for planting such a plant.

When I was a teenager, I loved to grow flowers, and it was hard to get a beautiful flower in those days. Once, my little friend gave me a tiny flower plant, the leaves are thin and round, like a small stick, and like a small silkworm, quite interesting. My friend told me that it was called "Spring Silkworm Flower" and could produce red flowers. The name is really true, good image Oh, I immediately fell in love with this little flower. I was so impressed that I carefully planted this little seedling in one of the best pots in the house. In the following days, I gave it meticulous care, waiting for it, watching it slowly grow taller, looking forward to its colorful flowers. The spring flower did not disappoint my love, it grows quickly, soon saw a bunch of buds proudly. Not long after, a small wine cup like a small red flower shyly looking down at the earth, the wind came, they gently and softly dance, graceful, mesmerizing!

In my intoxicated by the beauty of the blossom, I was surprised to find it spring silkworm-shaped leaves full of small buds, one by one small and delicate, the wind blows, that is, quickly away from the branch, flying to all corners. I feel very sorry, hate the wind's cruelty, pity buds of the weak.

? The days glide by silently, my spring flowers grow bigger and bigger, my heart is full of joy. However, one day, my father found that the roof was covered with dense grass, he told me to go and look, and said he did not know why there were these small grass. I took a closer look and froze - wasn't that a spring flower seedling? Gosh, what's with all the flowers? My dad saw me looking different and also took a closer look, then told me to bring the spring flowers over. I realized that the tiny buds on the thin branches were all gone! "This thing, it spreads its offspring by flying buds. They ran up to the roof and took root." Dad said helplessly.

? Later, the entire roof of the house was covered with red, lantern-shaped flowers, like a red veil, beautiful. While the children were mesmerized by the beauty of the flowers, the adults were worried about the safety of the house; they were afraid that the roots of the flowers would break the tiles on the roof. Dad apologized and went up to the roof with a bamboo basket to pull out the spring flowers one by one. I wept sadly as I watched my dad laboring hard on the roof. When I saw the beautiful spring flowers wilting in the bamboo basket, my heart ached.

? The pot of my cherished spring flowers, my mother took ready to throw to the garbage. I grabbed the pot with my mom as hard as I could, crying and saying, "Don't throw it away, don't throw it away!" Mom said, "Hasn't it gotten into enough trouble? The rate of spread is too scary. It can't be planted again!" When I picked up the fallen and broken flower secretly in the garbage, I didn't dare to let it live on my balcony any longer, and I planted it next to the gutter at the bottom of the hill. Later, there also became a sea of spring flowers.

? Since then, I have not planted spring flowers, but the roof, there are always spring flowers standing figure, at the end of each year, my father once again on the roof to pull flowers. Childhood memories of the roof full of spring flowers occupy my mind. Now back home, you can still see the old deserted house, the roof is full of dense spring flowers, that is the masterpiece of my childhood. To this day, its offspring, still has a vigorous vitality, endless, pulse to pulse.

The day before yesterday, I was chatting with a friend, and suddenly talked about the pot of trouble spring flowers in my house. I asked the group of plant people, only to realize that it has such a loud name - stick leaf rooted, also known as stick leaf immortality. From the Internet: this kind of landing root, the leaves themselves are very beautiful, more amazing is the leaves on the pups, landing on the ground can live, plus they have extraordinary drought resistance, so it is called immortal bird. I guess because her leaves are really like a small stick with a beautiful pattern, so it is figuratively called the stick-leaf immortality bird. Such a description, I agree. According to the internet, there are acquisitions of this flower in the north for $0.50-$3.00 for a small plant. I thought, is it my time to get rich? Oh, that full roof of flowers ah!

Everything has a spirit. I admire the exuberant vitality of spring flowers, it does not pick the ground, do not need to take care of people, after experiencing man-made vigorously after the destruction, still strong and unyielding to continue their lives. What a strong name for a grounded, immortal bird! After gradually stepping into middle age, I for this creature, and have a new kind of understanding ......