1 This spring, I planted six poplars on a wasteland in my hometown and often went back to water the saplings. Many things happen, and soon all the trees I planted survived, and new green branches grew on the top of the trees. I am very happy. After two months, I thought it would be better to apply some fertilizer, so I bought a few pounds of urea and a few pounds of compound fertilizer, dug holes in the roots of each tree, held two handfuls of chemical fertilizer in each hole, poured a bucket of water and sealed it with soil. I thought it would be great, and soon it took root. After half a month, I was dumbfounded when I went to appreciate my masterpiece again. I see that the leaves on every tree are black, which means they are all dead. I am very sad and regret it! I am so ignorant!

I wrote one composition after another and failed. I am in pain! But I was unwilling, and then I wrote a manuscript casually and threw it in another newspaper. I didn't expect it to be published in half a month! I am overjoyed! I immediately bought all the newspapers in this issue at the newsstand.