这正是冬天。天气是寒冷的,风是锐利的;但屋子里却是舒适和温暖的。花儿藏在屋子里:它藏在地里和雪下的球根里。有一天下起雨来。雨滴渗入积雪,透进地里,接触到花儿的球根,同时告诉它说,上面有一个光明的世界。不久一丝又细又尖的太阳光穿过积雪,射到花儿的球根上,把它抚摸了一下。“请进来吧!”花儿说。 This is winter. The weather is cold and the wind is sharp; but the house is comfortable and warm. The flower is hidden in the room: it’s hidden in the ground and the bulb under the snow. One day it rained. Rain drips into the snow, penetrates into the ground, touches the flower’s bulb, telling it that there is a bright world above it. Shortly afterward, the thin, pointed sunlight passed through the snow and hit the flower’s bulb, stroking it. “Please come in!” Said the flower.