Walking, I came home unconsciously, and a beautiful picture came into view: the flowers in the yard were not delicate and charming, the grass on the ground was green, and some unknown insects were playing in the grass. I can't bear to go through the middle. An old man with a shovel, smiling, gently buried a small flower seedling in the soil. Waves of charming fragrance floated out of this "picture scroll" This fragrance is really weak when it is less, and strong when it is more.
I ran over curiously and asked my grandmother, "What kind of flower is this?" What did grandma say? I didn't hear you clearly. I don't really remember. At that time, I didn't care so much. I just asked my grandmother to accompany me to plant flowers. I excitedly went home with a shovel and flower seedlings and planted one clumsily. I still remember, after planting, grandma told me specially: "You planted this flower, you should be responsible for it and take good care of it." I answered her and told her I knew. I answered a few perfunctory words and ran back to the house to watch TV. I don't know the complicated expression on grandma's face behind me,
For the next two or three days, I was still in high spirits and took care of this little flower with curiosity. I look at it every day and water it. But after a long time, I forgot about it. I don't remember such a small flower needing my care. Until one day it rained heavily, how could I think of that little flower? I hurried to see it, but no matter how eagerly my eyes searched, I didn't see the poor little flower. Tears fell like rain for a moment.
Then grandma came up to me and said, "Look there." Looking in the direction of grandma's finger, there is a small flower in a flowerpot on the windowsill. Swing slowly in the wind. Looking at the swaying flowers, there is an unspeakable sadness in my heart. I cried even louder. I choked up and said to my grandmother, "Grandma, I will never do this again. How should I take care of it? I must take good care of it. " Grandma smiled and said, I am a good boy and have grown up. I don't know whether to be happy or sad. I cried for a long time.
In the future, with grandma's help, you take good care of that little flower. It gradually grew into a gorgeous flower, emitting bursts of fragrance. Whenever I see it, I will sigh from my heart: Wow! It smells good!