Because the warmth of spring around me never leaves, my heart is invincible. -inscription

I still dare not go home and have nowhere to go, so I have to find a nearby station to shelter from the rain.

It's late winter and early spring, but the warmth didn't come as promised, and the chill is deeper than other days. It seems that it is not the poetic "broken beads" that fall from the dark sky, but the ice blades, all of which are hurt by knives and axes, and the biting chill makes me shiver. This rain makes my mood cooler.

..... that's terrible.

The test paper in the schoolbag is as light as a feather, but the clear and bright red score on the test paper makes me breathless. This is not the first time. I have been unable to get grades since the first grade of primary school, so I have been unable to hold my head in front of my classmates. My parents told me a few times that they hated iron and didn't blame me much. This makes my heart empty and unspeakable.

Perhaps the cold rain blurred the flowing street in front of my eyes. I vaguely saw a shop opposite, and the warm yellow light reflected my eyes. "Maybe it's a snack bar ... it's better to get something to eat first." With this in mind, I wiped the water from my face and walked straight across the street into the warm sunshine.

The moment I entered the store, I found that my previous guess was all wet. It turned out to be a flower shop. I just remembered that my mother mentioned last month that there was a new flower shop in this street, which seems to be this one.

A young woman in her twenties is writing something. She heard my voice just now, and Shi Shiran looked up and looked at me with a bent mouth: "What flowers do you want, little friend? The flowers here are real flowers. "

I was a little embarrassed. I didn't know how to answer for a moment, so I had to smile: "Ah, aunt, I'm ... I'm just looking around." The young woman said nothing. She just pulled the hair hanging from her forehead behind her ear with the fingers of her right hand and smiled gently at me. Her face is very beautiful.

I turned my head unnaturally, only then did I notice the rich fragrance in this small flower shop, but it was not rich. When I look carefully again, I find there are many kinds of flowers in front of me: hyacinthus orientalis, Lily ... all beautiful.

I'm confused. "Aunt ... it's so cold now. Why are these flowers so bright? Aren't they afraid of cold? " Say it and you'll regret it. What's the problem?

To my surprise, the shopkeeper put down his pen, looked up at me for a while, and then smiled and said, "children, flowers are naturally afraid of cold." But they all feel the call of spring. Although the warmth of spring is temporarily suppressed by winter, the breath of spring has spread with the passage of time. Children, every flower has a yearning for spring in its heart, and firmly believes that spring is always around. Even if it is hot in summer, cool in autumn and cold in winter, there is always a place with beautiful spring on this earth, and every place will always welcome spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies. Not fade away in spring, she's always here. Flowers also understand this truth. Even if the cold wind is rustling now, they bravely spread their petals and wait for the spring that will eventually come. "

These words were like an awakening, which woke me up at once. Yes, spring is always there. Even flowers understand this truth. Why do I forget these things because of the long winter ahead?

I thanked the shopkeeper and walked out of the shop quickly. Behind him, flowers are in full bloom.