"it's not a tree, it's an emotional roller coaster." the tree that just bought it back, the leaves were yellow for three days, starting a week with a soft pole, and for six months it was a direct “down-to-down” — it was not part of the story, it was the crash site where the florist groups painted their screens every day。
Don't blame yourself. It's hard。
Yellow leaves, eight or nine of them are hand itching water. The ground is wet, and another glass goes down, suffocated and leaves call the police. The rotting root suffocates, the bottom of the basin is empty, the earth is squeaked, the water is locked in the root like soybean sprouts, and it stinks the next day. It's two extremes: either you forget to pour it, you'll think of it, you'll pour it, you'll blow your hair off, or you'll roast the leaves into chips at 37°c on the balcony. As for the gravitational, the green leaves are the same from year to year。
If you want to keep it alive, put it away. Before the water is poured, chopsticks are inserted in the soil, and their hands are pulled out with wet air, and they are pulled out dry and then poured out, and not half a cup of hanging. Light is bright, but don't shoot straight, leave the living room a metre away from the window, have the curtains in the best way, light out. And not with pure soil, with a little sand or particles, the water leaks and the roots breathe. The application of fertilizers, rather than the “heavy chicken soup”, is reduced by half by the special fertilizer for green planting, once in january, and it does not eat large meals。
Don't be so mean. Tattoo, taro, nectar stone, just as well. More colorful. There is no “net-red” in the green circle, only a match。
And the tree of wealth wants to live, but it is only one sentence: "don't take it as a means of earning money, first as a tree." a little less "supplied" and a little more "screwed" to live long。
