Flower Memorial

 I took care of Chlorophytum War
going to die, just survived, just spit out new leaves, just under the white bar roots, it, life has just begun, and all just started, but unfortunately come to an end!
I love flowers, love gardening, therefore, the family raised flower pots to get the class. First, I hope the class some angry, some energy. the main thing is that our children by taking care of plants, know how to care for others, know how to contact the weak, know how to love life, cherish life!
However, I have these ideas come to nothing, and show a few times in the open basin of azalea flowers withering after, and then bring that flower is the Song Jia, first to be cut off the head, later dead, do not they take the class to not make a living? I Pianbu Xin. Then, I moved from home to trees Chlorophytum. This is the most easy to survive in the flowers. meticulous care in Zhaoyan Peng, this basin Chlorophytum has a lush. Church and State Department, Zhang saw me take the class to boast good time, my face filled with happiness.
see the flowers grow very well, I am pleased, but also from home Chlorophytum transplanted trees of Phnom Penh. This is Chlorophytum the best, very few people care. I put three young orchid seedlings buried in the earth, to Zhao Yanpeng management. daily study hall, when you will have to see her after school , touch of soil moisture, to see sprouts look like. orchid seedlings in two relatively prosperous, just listless for two days on the restoration of her unique green, the leaves are firm. I know that they survived it! but Another one is listless down day by day, more and more dark colors. Does she really just do not make it out? I hand pressed flowers by the roots, I believe that this hardy flower able to survive. Sure enough, a week or about ten days past, this one has survived, and leaves it exposed the unique life of the green. I looked at them every day, looking forward to their one day grown seedlings, pumping throw a foot-long tender leaves. as a pot of Chlorophytum green, emerald green was like no time; pot of Chlorophytum green white border, flower in the fairy. Chlorophytum two basins side by side standing in front of the classroom, watching students in class, listening to the morning reading the students, the What a beautiful thing.
, however, snapped, the dream died. students in duty when the pot touched by the one-meter high ledge to the ground, flower pots at once broken, my heart is broken a. several students looked at each other, some fear, some anger, some hh I do not complain, tell them to pack to pack, to rush to a meeting of the.
meeting back, back to the classroom and saw a small pile of earth soil, it Chlorophytum sadly lying on a broken pot, bare root that whitening. I do not know what the outside cried cuckoo birds, flowers are sighing for the poor. I can only sigh, now I do nothing in, only hopes her vitality, can make it through this two-day holiday weekend. two days, on a loss of soil and water the flowers for, which is how long ah! days!
holiday two days, I often think of tree flowers. think of the newspaper, the magazine published one by one case: broken pots, the children recruited kegs, first raising up the next day, a few students bring pots, they have to care of this piece of green! hh
I do not want to! my students it? the students can break the pot to assume their responsibility? pity that other students have to spend, brought her flower pots? I dare not think, I do not think, I know them, so I prepared a pot and put in the car, although not reported any hope, but I still hope that, hoping.
classroom complex, as always, send and receive operations, called the shouting. tree orchids, desolately Cancan lying in the corner, no one glanced at him.
I have no choice but to bring pots , quietly lifted the soil for flowers, carefully planted flowers in pots. that flowers are dying, and weak soft drooping leaves! I looked at her, there is a strange feeling that she would look in the wrong place. if this rather than spend my class, is fit to spend my family, and storage here, it has to depend on others feelings, repeated supercilious. It also complained that I spent like, if not me, she also grows mother branches, sucking the mother's nutrients, if not me, she should now be hanging orchids hh
ah! Please do not blame me, I want my students also know how to cherish life through gardening, respect for life, know how to pity weak. British poet said flowers and the world, Tibetans and many minorities believe in animism, they think there is a spiritual vegetation. I do not know whether the grass has a soul, but I firmly believe he is alive as each of us , but, her life too weak, we need to maintain!
lost the papers made the class think about, think about the discipline of students detained two 10 points, and did not know come to me to admit its mistakes, think of hh
I really can not think, and my students really that heartless? Do you really do not know what is responsibility? I do not want to!