I don't know how many kinds of orchids there are in the world, and I don't know whether orchids bloom periodically, but I know that this orchid in front of my window is about to open.

Some people say that orchids are modest gentlemen, but do gentlemen have such manners? Some people say that she is a beautiful girl, but which woman has such self-restraint and temperament?

On such a spring evening, I walked into the sight of the sun, waiting to touch its impending smile.

Only once in two years. Maybe my service is not good, maybe she has her own worries all the time, and we will never know. I want to be quiet with it, so my thoughts rise and drift away.

It is also such a dusk, and its buds tentatively protrude from the separated leaves, like a pen filled with green ink, and much like the arm of a drowning man asking for help. In my doubts, it slowly opened its eyes and looked at the world. I have been looking at it, but I still don't seem to believe that it can start life so quickly and embrace this growing spring.

A week later, another bud emerged from between the other two leaves, and then it quickly spread its wings and flew into my heart. In the twilight, these two flowers snuggle together quietly, like a pair of lovers, a loving couple.

Ten years ago, my friend told me his love story. There is no thrilling plot, but their middle school life is full of vitality under their careful care and encouragement. After the tempering of high school life, neither he nor Xin was admitted to the university that year. He advised Xin to go back to school for one year, but Xin insisted that he go back to school at work. The following year, with the support of Xin, he was admitted to a university in Dalian. He told me that his family also raised a pot of orchids. Every time the orchid opens, it will give him courage. He firmly believes that their love can stand the wind and rain, so let me write a novel with their love. Moved, I agreed, but I always felt that other people's stories were difficult to write, and I was afraid that I had betrayed my friends' trust in me, so I didn't dare to write. Maybe everyone's mood doesn't need any treatment, but the language is so poor that there is only one kind of sincerity that can make people understand and feel that their love has become a hot spring flowing in spring, which has touched all lovers. I haven't forgotten my promise. After ten years of hard work, I finally wrote a song "Kiss of the Heart" for him. Although it is only four or five thousand words, it is the only wedding gift I can give them. The cover is this blooming orchid in my house. Maybe he can understand my intention. Now, their daughter is seven years old, and I think their orchids must still be in full bloom.

The open orchids show us an upward force, and at the same time, they show us that beautiful things will fall to the end in extreme dazzling, and make a curtain call to this spring in a very ordinary manner, but the pale yellow leaves in silence will condense a kind of profundity and a kind of emotion, which is a kind of meditation and exquisiteness after opening, enough for us to enjoy life.

If you love orchids, you should spend your whole life.