As someone who tends to feel the cold more intensely, I used
to dread winter. In the past, without air conditioning or heating, my limbs
would be so icy that it chilled me to the bone and made me lethargic and
unproductive. I became lazy, silent, and didn't feel like doing anything,
wishing I could hibernate like a frog. Luckily, I discovered narcissus,
which gave me a reason to move around during the winter months and made me
feel enthusiastic when alone. I would think about being by its side, seeing
it, hearing it, and smelling it, fully enjoying all it had to offer. Since
then, it has become a habit for me to keep one or two pots of narcissus
every winter.
I am particularly grateful to heaven for giving us narcissus, which is the
purest flower I have ever grown. It thrives in clear water without a speck
of dust or dirt. It is the most refreshing flower I have ever grown, holy
and translucent green, always tempting my eyes to follow it. It is the
simplest flower I have ever grown; just put it in a flowerpot, give it some
water, and it will grow and bloom vigorously, dedicating everything it has
to you.
These beautiful and elegant flowers grow from simple green leaves that look
like grass. These little angels that bloom in my anticipation are my
favorite winter song. In the morning, I wake up sniffing its fragrance and
looking at its smiling face. During the day, looking at it, I can overcome
many of my unwillingness and avoid loneliness. At night, I move it to my
bedside and listen to its singing. The fragrant notes emanating from the
flower's pistil surpass all the world's lullabies. I sleep peacefully,
dreaming of me and my narcissus blooming together.
My narcissus, my flower, because of you, I no longer feel depressed in
winter; because of you, I keep the tranquility of the cold solitude, and
because of you, I overcome the icy pain. It is also because of you that my
heart always sings a winter love song. Of course, my love is for you in
winter.
Now that the conditions have improved, I no longer feel the cold in winter.
However, my narcissus, my flower, I still cannot do without you in winter. |