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The history of succulent blood and tears from actively falling into Buddhism

Published: 2024-09-19 Author: mysheen
Last Updated: 2024/09/19, Shuimu finishing: succulent alliance things also start from my internship in the second semester of my senior year. As a new intern in a company, my chores include cleaning the boss's office and taking care of the size of his office.

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Picture and text: Shuimu

Finishing: succulent Alliance

It also starts with my internship in the second semester of my senior year. As a new intern in a company, my chores include cleaning the boss's office and taking care of a big happiness tree in his office. The boss has several branches, and he is not here at all, so I can only be in charge of Green Plant.

But I've never had a tree. The boss lightly dropped a sentence, watering, spraying water will be it. All right!

Just stepped into the society, ah, that conscientious momentum, I now think of admiring myself. I don't know when the boss will be there, so I go to his office to clean it every morning, throw a ladle of water on the tree and spray all the dust off the leaves. Then lock the door and leave contentedly.

After about ten or twenty days? When I went to clean up, I found that the tree had lost a whole branch, and I still had a stomachache. When did the boss come? it was really careless that the whole branch was knocked off. So pick it up and throw it away, throw a ladle of water, spray the leaves, lock the door and leave.

The next day, there were several branches lying on the ground, and I felt that something was wrong. I hastened to show a section of the branch to the manager and asked him why the tree committed suicide. As soon as the manager looked at it and said it was broken, please take me to have a look. As soon as I entered the room, I just cleaned up the floor and lost two more branches, which made me more nervous. The manager said you should leave all the windows and doors open, ventilated and dry.

Just in those few days, the boss went there and saw his huge tree head, and only three or five branches were left hanging up. He called me over and said, find someone to carry the tree out for ventilation. I hurried to do it, and before leaving, the boss glanced at the flowerpot and dropped the sentence, no watering for half a month, and then left. Shit, it's so serious.

When the tree is carried out, there is no need to water it, so the house is easier to clean. But outside to meet the windy and sunny tree, he lost all his branches, and in a large flowerpot stood a lone stick thicker than his arm. And it shows that it is still a life, two green buds the size of flies drilled out of the waist. And all my hope lies in those two mung bean flies.

It was only half a month, and the boss went there again. I didn't seem to care about the tree becoming great. I thought I dodged a bullet. I didn't expect him to send away the client. Before leaving, he turned back and told me that he either watered it every day, or didn't water it at all, what was there to wait for?

I have nothing to say, obviously you said no watering for half a month, alas, you are the leader, you are right about everything.

The photo of the original tree was lost. I found a picture of the happiness tree on the Internet.

That afternoon, I received a phone call from the vice president of another branch, saying that they had moved to the office and lacked a green plant. I remember that the boss had a potted tree here. Anyway, the boss was not here, so it would be better to put them in the new office. I don't think the boss said anything. How dare I send his things somewhere else? I said no at that time.

Hung up the phone, I told the manager about this, the manager said silly ah, the tree is dying, you give it to him, die in his hands, it is not all your responsibility.

It dawned on me, so I called back to the vice president as soon as possible, and I arranged for a car to deliver the stick that afternoon. There was no news about the tree for many days.

After two months, the secretary of the vice president came to work in our company. I quietly asked if the two flies had grown up. He said, "Oh, that's a great one. Throw it away with the basin." I. Pots are also very expensive.

Later, when I led my colleagues to have dinner together, I didn't know who took the lead in talking about it. The manager said, "I was standing there in a white dress with a branch, like the Quan Yin Bodhisattva, the leader said, Bodhisattva?" I'm afraid it's a demon.

Well, is it really nice of you to laugh at a newcomer like that? My enthusiasm, ah, like a fire, instantly turned to ashes.

Once again, the boss bought a bonsai with a client, so he temporarily put it in the corridor outside our office. When I was passing by, our vice president said, the boss's bonsai has been pressed on cigarette butts, so take it in and clean it up. Keep it for the time being. So I moved to my desk and gave half of the table to the bonsai. A few days later, the boss's driver came to ask for the bonsai and said to me, "the boss was in no hurry to move the bonsai, but he would pass by your office and see his bonsai on your desk, so he told me it was urgent. If it was any slower, there would be a basin left." The office roared with laughter.

Since then I still run errands, but only Green Plant doesn't need me to take care of it.

Later, there was a fortune tree at home. I think I didn't take care of it so hard this time. As a result, the fortune tree ended up with the same fate as the happiness tree and became great. It is said that this time it was suffocated because of lack of ventilation.

Occupy a seat when it is flourishing

The injured and dead area recuperated.

Uprooted after death

My meticulous service is dead, and my neglect of management is also dead. What can I do? Having had these two painful experiences, I summed up the experience of failure, drew lessons, and came to the conclusion that I could not afford to be annoyed, and that I would not raise trees.

And then I fell into the meat pit. Without the previous diligence, without the previous care, we can make do with it, not happy with flesh, not sad with ourselves. As long as you're alive, you're dead.

It is said that his heart is as pure as an ice jade pot, and he is willing to be a flower slave in this life.

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