Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
I went to the flower market the previous two years, and this little guy was on the meat stand, and a small bowl was high, and the green pole was so hot, the boss said it was lazy, that it was enough to pour water for six months, and i had to go back home to my desk, the balcony, and the door was so small that i liked it。
After spending most of the year wondering if the pots would panic, picking up a nice big pot to remove the pots, burying some of my family's green radish fats, and then it just turned into a crazy long pattern, with three months moving almost half a metre high, and the length of his little poles stretching in every direction. My son in primary school changed his name directly to zhang dancing pawler, and when my grandma came to pick up the house, she asked me if i was digging up the herbs, and said that she looked at the grotesque, and she made me throw it。
Big brother, who spent more than a decade playing with flowers, realized that this thing was not just a small meat, but a tree that could grow a few metres in its natural environment。
I've seen people spit on me before, saying that two years on the floor of his yard, with a bare stick tree up two floors high, without gloves on his hands, a big red arm and a few days of itching. If you cut it, remember to wear gloves and not put it in his mouth。
If it's easy to like the way it looks, it's always stuck in a small pot, not fertilized, tanned in good places。
It's not sad to be crazy, to have the branches cut out for two or three days in a tub, and to have a couple of new ones, and it's kind of a character to look at it like it's a habit, to put up a shelf。
Have you ever had a green tree like this
