I bought a bonsai before the winter vacation, because I bought a pot of Fugui bamboo when I was with my ex-boyfriend, and then we broke up, and the bamboo also died, so as a commemoration, I bought another bonsai and just looked at it.

When I first bought it, the leaves were a little crushed, so I simply cut them off, and it looked bald, not to mention how ugly it was, but I couldn't resist my love for flowers and plants, probably because I envied the good life of the ancients, free and comfortable, but in the eyes of my roommates, I had already entered the retirement life in advance.

Every day, I hold a small tree, water, loosen the soil, fertilize, put it in the sun for fear of too much sunlight, put it on the table, and I am afraid that there is no sunlight photosynthesis is not enough, and I am a little worried about it, as if it is my own baby.

Love gradually moistens it, the little tree slowly reveals fresh branches, stretching day by day, the leaves are spreading little by little, tender green, very lovable, at that time the daily interest is to see if it grows new leaves. I can be regarded as witnessing his growth along the way, the leaves turn from tender green to dark green, wither, and then new leaves......

However, the winter vacation came, and my interest gradually faded, so I put it in the dormitory, and deliberately filled the pot with a lot of water, I was afraid that it would dry up when I was away.

I haven't thought about it for a day at home during the winter vacation, even if it's a moment and a second, probably because I'm too ruthless, maybe I have a pity for it, a little bit of missing, it will still sprout and grow in early spring.

......

It withered, starting with the leaves, which is actually wrong, because by the time I returned to the dormitory at the end of the holiday, its leaves had begun to turn yellow, and I only thought it was probably lacking fertilizer at first, so I applied fertilizer again, and after a week, the leaves dried up one by one, and I knew it was going to die. Its death does not begin with the withering of the leaves, but the roots have long since rotted and there is nothing to provide nutrients, and the leaves gradually wither.

Probably because I was too irresponsible, I raised the bamboo given by my ex-boyfriend and buried it again. As for the bamboo given by my ex-boyfriend, I always thought it was the end of love, and I always got it.

From the intense sexual interest at the beginning, to a month of ignorance, the little tree withered, as if it had exhausted the last drop of love in my heart. In the same way, the bamboo also withered because of the end of love, from the heart.

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