Bamboo has a slender body, and its branches are covered with green leaves, which are green and evergreen. Pulsatilla has a clear voice and can sing melodious songs. When he sang, the bamboo made a soft sound and beat the time.
Good singing! Bamboo praised.
No, you played very well. Pulsatilla suddenly remembered something and asked, When will you blossom? Like peach trees, plum trees and wintersweet, red flowers, white flowers and yellow flowers are beautiful!
It's rare for me to blossom in my life.
Flowers, as a result, can have children?
Not necessarily. In the soil around me, there are my children clamoring to be born. Look, some naughty children are coming out of the field.
Pulsatilla saw that some sharp heads really appeared in the mud, and they grew up happily.
Pulsatilla greeted warmly: hello, Xiaozhu!
Bamboo smiled. They are called bamboo shoots, not small bamboos. Besides, I can't speak yet.
How slow the bamboo shoots grow, as if they were not moving.
Bamboo shoots will grow tall soon.
It rained that night and it didn't stop until dawn.
The next morning, Pulsatilla flew to the bamboo garden again, stopped on the bamboo branch and wanted to sing a morning song.
Bamboo said happily, my child has grown taller.
It's a miracle that Pulsatilla looked down. Sharp and unkempt bamboo shoots, dressed in dark brown clothes, are tall and still growing rapidly.
Bamboo, what panacea did you give them last night?
The panacea is rain. My child is rich in nutrition, but short of water. When it rains, they drink like hell and shoot out of the ground like rockets!
Pulsatilla spread its wings and wished loudly: bamboo shoots, grow sturdily and quickly!