As if through countless years of winter. After the first month, I still see gray streets and pale days. Those matchboxes were planted on the land of the city and imprisoned many ordinary people like me.

On many sunny winter days, I looked out of the window and thought of snow. In our childhood. Xi 'an also has magnificent snowflakes, heavy snow and cold and fresh snow morning. This year, I can only see the dust on the Hollyleaf.

Mom said it was really warm this winter. Butterflies bloom all winter. Then she came and closed the book I was reading and patted me on the head. "Let's go to the balcony and have a look. The flower shelves will open one after another."

On my dilapidated balcony, there is a thick green in the flowerpot, and the edge is half off. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that it is a clump of grass, low and lush. There seems to be a flying butterfly in the shiny grass. Yellow wings and light purple tail are colorful and dazzling in the warm sunshine. In winter, beautiful butterflies are flying on the desolate balcony, which is incredible. After careful counting, there are at least a dozen small pimples, which my mother said.

The seeds of iris were bought in the botanical garden with my mother last May. The seller said it could be opened in spring and summer, and he planted it as soon as he got home. Who knows that it hasn't sprouted after waiting for a summer? I think I missed this season. But my mother is very patient, loosen the soil. Even after watering, she can't forget the confiscated broken flowerpot. Autumn came unconsciously, and my mother said that the green leaves had grown. I don't know if it's nameless grass or butterfly mosaic. I said what time it is, and I will freeze to death in a few days.

On the street, the leaves of the French phoenix tree have turned yellow and gone. My iris is still thriving and blooming brilliantly. Near New Year's Day, my mother told me the news of Bloom. I was really surprised. Looking at my mother's happy smile and five simple bright flowers, I felt a warm current in my heart.

Iris blossoms happily all winter, and those buds seem to be arranged. No one is arguing, and no one is squeezing. When you thank me, it blooms, when I wither, it blooms, and every simple and ordinary life shows its most beautiful moment to the fullest. The daffodils in other people's cases Ling Bo chuckled, the wintersweet in the park nursery vomited fragrance, and the roses and tulips from the south were wrapped in exquisite wrapping paper, dotted with pale winter. Their elegance and delicacy attracted many admiring eyes.

However, I always feel that the iris between the grass leaves on my balcony is the happiest. Simple life is so tenacious, so relaxed and so pleasing to the eye in this season that does not belong to them. If I can, I would like to live such an ordinary and simple life.

I told my mother that those irises were for you. Mom, your patience is Chunyang and Xia Lu.