There are chess fans, drama fans, and my grandfather's fans are flowers. He is a true and true flower fan.
I really don't understand. Usually he is reluctant to wear, eat, or waste one degree of electricity or a drop of water. When he raises flowers, he wants to forget all these things. In order to get the famous flowers, Grandpa traveled all over the country to buy flowers.
I still remember one time when I was having a sweet dream. Suddenly, my grandfather's voice came to my ear: "Miao Zhu, get up quickly. The Epiphyllum is blooming." I came to the table in a daze. Sure enough, a small Epiphyllum is really opening. Look at grandpa again. He danced hand and foot and kept saying, "it's a flash in the pan. It's hard to see it."
Later I learned that grandpa didn't sleep all night to see the Epiphyllum bloom. Strangely, grandpa is still so energetic. I asked Grandpa, "how do you raise Epiphyllum so well?" Grandpa said, "if you want to do a good job, you have to pay a great price." I've learned how it pays off if you don't pay.
Grandpa's words are deeply imprinted on my life path.