Just now, the glass vase I have kept for more than two years were broken by my carelessness when I went out to the balcony trying to unfold my wet umbrella. The rainy days have continued for a couple of days, it is now still raining and I can clearly hear of the sound of rainfalls outside hitting on the roof. When I did the unfolding, I found it was too late to avoid pushing down my LUCKY BAMBOOS arranged in the vase. Soon, I heard the sound of vase hitting on the floor. BANG! My heart went broken, in minutes I got back in normal mind to check the vase. Obviously, there are tiny breaks among the body of vase, and I am sure it won't last long to support the bamoos, I have it replace them into a small vase and put away the broken one.
The bamboos are very strong survivors, even in winters I see their yellow and shrivelled leaves and I got the thought they might die soon. But later again they go back with brand green new leaves. At that time, I was moved by the strength from their quality. Therefore, the vase has its meaning witnessing their growth. Meanwhile, I feel sorry that I even have not taken my mind to look after them, just let them go as its nature kind.
Tomorrow I shall buy a new one on the way home when I am off work.