It really resonates with almost 20 years of flowering, with no big or small pits and no more than 80, and i used to think that when it was good-looking, everything was moved to the house, and i had to eat a few times to realize that it was really impossible to pick flowers, and that security was the first thing to do。
In previous years, i had bought a bunch of fragrances in the bedroom bedside cabinet, and had been insomnia for three days until the morning, with her head suffocated, and later realized that the fragrance was so strong that it could not really be kept in closed space, especially in the case of elderly children with a sensitive family, with a small amount of pollen, and that my niece was allergic to pollen, that she had a tulip at home for a week。
And the poisonous, stingy flowers, and i really told you not to put them in the house. The neighbor's kid downstairs was curious, he ate the leaves and went to the hospital overnight to wash his stomach。
My family used to put a pot of pixie balls on the couch, and the baby ran and fell on it, had over 20 little pricks on his face, had gone to the hospital for more than half an hour, had my heart broken, and since then i've moved all the pricks to the balcony, and i've been talking to my husband for a little while, and i've been in harmony since i moved away。
There are flowers that are so delicate that they can't live without ventilation, and flowers that don't really have to stay indoors. They're so bad that they don't have indoors. They're not just bad, they're bad, they're bad, they're bad, they're bad, they're bad, they're bad。
The flowers are meant to be happy and happy. Isn't it a bad idea to choose something that's good, safe and happy
Have you ever stepped on a similar pit
