A month later, the two strawberry seedlings were obviously different. The strawberry seedlings listening to beautiful music grew brightly, and the strawberries produced were big and sweet. Another strawberry seedling listening to sad music has a drooping head and gloomy leaves, and the strawberry produced is small and bitter.
"Another strawberry is in a bad mood, which affects the growth. "This is what my father said. That spring, I took my parents to my house and saw this program about strawberries on TV. My father was very emotional. "Everything has aura, and so do plants! "
Father likes the succulents in my family.
There are many flowers and plants at home, and my father likes the fleshy ones with different shapes and bright colors best. After lunch, he likes to sit in front of the window, basking in the sun and watching succulents. My father likes the pot of fleshy like a bodhisattva lotus and the pot of fleshy like a rabbit's ear. I often look at it for a long time and intend to give these two pots of flowers to my father, but my father waved his hand again and again and said nothing. He said that he and his mother don't keep much meat, but I keep it well, so he can come and see it often.
My father suffered from malignant tumor and insisted on fighting the disease.
That summer, my father was ill with malignant tumor, and it was only a few months from the discovery of the disease to his death. During my illness, my brothers and I changed shifts to help my mother take care of him. Later, he was emaciated by the disease and his face was strange. But he is very strong, gritting his teeth and fighting the disease, and he won't be angry or angry. Sometimes, when we say that he is really in pain, we shout it out, which can alleviate a little, but my father says we can't shout, so we will worry about him. I bought him Demerol for the pain. Until I closed my eyes, my father didn't use one. Seeing that he was in serious pain, I wanted to give him an injection, but he just wouldn't let me, saying that he could hold on.
My father finally left us, and my mother and I were in front of him before he died. I put the shroud on him. The day before, I shaved him, cut his nails and wiped his body. He walked peacefully and calmly, and he would never suffer from illness again.
Little succulents sent me a message on behalf of my father who died of illness.
We are all sad that our father is gone. How many days in a row, my heart was particularly uncomfortable. I didn't want to tidy up the house and take care of the flowers and plants. A valuable money turtle I raised died without warning a week after my father died, that is, on the day of burning the first seven heads, with his limbs in the air and his head stiff. I'm getting more and more sad. The turtle has gone to another world to accompany my father.
In this way, many days, everyone who saw me said that I lost weight because of my bad appetite.
That night, I dreamed that the little fleshy man on the windowsill could sing and speak human words. My father's favorite pot of fleshy rabbit ears actually appeared on my father's face. My father told me to be strong. People will die one day. It is human nature to be born and die. He is 79 years old, not short-lived. He also said that he wanted me to live well, take care of my mother and husband, and raise my children. My father smiled at me when he finished.
When I woke up, my mood suddenly improved, and my father was right. My father is a wise man, and he let Xiao Duorou give me a message.
In the sun, little meat grows well. I seem to see my father sitting there again, watching my flowers and plants!
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