I haven't been written for a long time. I have no courage to write anything, but I don't know where to find the courage. When you want to write Emacs every time you want to write, there is a sadness, so I waited. I just hope that I can slowly, write some things, but I don't know where it will be written.
The year brought a few seeds from the home, and later in a wasteful small basin, it often watered, and it was really growing. Unfortunately, the biggest strains in the first batch of grass were pulled, so sad. In the future, one or two grass will grow, but I don't recognize it. Very strange is that small grass blossoms, open longer, then one of them complete life, rest is another long. This pot of grass is so beautiful.
When everything passed, it was found in the dense grass, and there were several new buds. When I came back from the outside, I found that I have already had a more than a dozen centimeters. This is my wild grass, and those small grass are not fast, but it is also good. I am only afraid, this wild grass is too long, too long, how small pots can be able to accommodate, how can they hang.
All of this is unexpected. I can't determine this wild grass, can I grow well.
