I have a 40 year old middle-aged uncle who loves to raise flowers.
This is the flower on his balcony.
There are also 16-year-old middle school students who are obsessed with raising flowers.
This is the small garden he made in his own roof ↓
There are 60 year old warehouse keepers who love to raise flowers.
There are 50 year old farmer uncles who love to raise flowers.
There are also 18 year olds who love to raise flowers.
More fans, countless stars are raising flowers
From the 50th generation to the 00th generation, fresh meat and fairies
From farmers, workers, students to white-collar workers, teachers, soldiers
It's never about gender, age or identity.
The figure of the flower raiser is all over the country.
Even the roadside casually points to a person
It could be a member of our flower raising Army
But they are used to being unknown and keeping flowers.
I'm used to planting vegetables and flowers.
But their happiness you may not know
The buds from the branches after the rain
Gradually colored flowers and bones in the sun
The pink flower bud in bud
Every little change will excite the florist
The first thing I do when I get up early is to see flowers
The last thing I do before I go to bed is to see flowers
Every little bit of growth, can bring full joy
And every blossom is a great happiness
Although sometimes it is not well raised
Falling leaves, wilting, yellowness Happen from time to time
Let the people who raise flowers feel sad and depressed
But it will never erase their love for life
This is the florist!
