My eyes stopped on a pot of flowers not far away - I recognized it, the hanging orchid that my grandmother kept resembled it. Its leaves were yellow and drooping, only the end of the root still had a trace of pathetic green, and the pot was very worn out, the whole flower lying on the stone steps not far away. Obviously, he had been discarded. I slowly walked over to it, picked it up and moved it to my side. I looked at it carefully: dear flowers, is it you and I have the same mood? I didn't feel that I had stayed sitting until sunset, and my mood was much better. I moved the orchid upstairs and put it next to my grandmother's orchid on the balcony. Every day to give it a little water, more than a week has passed, still wandering in the listless I was surprised to find that the plant picked up the orchid originally withered yellow leaves and back to green. I was amazed at its tenacious vitality, able to grasp the meager daily nourishment. I couldn't help but realize that my will was not as strong as this plant, and that only a few frustrating exams had overcome my confidence. And it, the orchid, gave me a complete awakening. In a trance, a strong orchid blossomed in my heart - at that moment, my world blossomed.
The melting of snow and ice means the arrival of spring, and the orchid melted the snow and ice in my heart, making my heart clear and enlightened. Just at that moment, my world spring flowers bloomed ...... another orchid.