Take some time to buy flowers, and my summer instantly cools by 5°C

The streets in midsummer feel like a steamer, with waves of weary heat floating in the air. My sweat-drenched back pressed against my thin shirt as I pushed open the door of "Flower Time" florist. A refreshing coolness mixed with the scent of fresh greenery greeted me, as if I had stepped into another world. Inside, the shop was a riot of colors, with flowers blooming in dazzling profusion. A smiling shop assistant approached and gently asked about my preferences. After a brief thought, I replied, "I'd like the freshest, most summery ones." And so, I followed her to make my selection. Sunflowers were the first to catch my eye—their golden centers, like small suns, surrounded by plump, neatly arranged petals, standing tall and spirited as if holding the warmth of sunlight and the brightness of the season. I lightly brushed their thick petals, feeling a reassuring, sunlit solidity. Next came the pink roses, their petals pure as jade, edges slightly unfurling like a maiden's budding emotions or a delicate dream floating on mist, exuding an untouchable innocence. Then, scattered daisies came into view, their slender stems supporting tiny floral disks with petals arranged in neat, understated resilience, like stars sprinkled across green grass. Finally, I picked a cluster of carnations, their small, serrated-edged petals gathered together like carefully cut lace, their red hue pure and translucent against the green leaves. The shop assistant took my chosen flowers and turned to her worktable to begin arranging them. Her fingers moved deftly among the stems, first laying broad green leaves as a base, then gathering the sunflowers, pink roses, daisies, and carnations in a natural, harmonious composition, each at its own height and angle. Finally, she wrapped the bouquet in simple pink kraft paper, tied it neatly with a ribbon, and secured it with a tidy bow. After paying, I stepped back into the sweltering sunlight, cradling the bouquet in my arms. It rested lightly in the crook of my elbow, yet carried a strange weight—the weight of gathered life. Looking down, I admired the warm gold of the sunflowers, the purity of the pink roses, the scattered white of the daisies, and the bright pink of the carnations, all complementing each other like a flowing watercolor of summer, clear enough to cleanse the soul. A blended, indescribable fragrance rose from them—not overpowering, but each flower quietly releasing its own scent, mingling into a soothing sweetness. Walking through the bustling streets, the bouquet in my arms became a little oasis of coolness. The noise and dust of the city seemed held at bay by this cluster of plants, and a quiet joy settled in my heart. When the florist trimmed away the excess leaves and stems, they were severed at the peak of their vitality—a seemingly cruel act that ultimately created the bouquet's most moving harmony. To achieve this clear, refreshing summer vision, such careful selection was necessary. I placed the bouquet gently on my table, and when I looked up again, the flowers played against the lush green shadows outside the window. A wisp of coolness seemed to rise from them, silently permeating the air and seeping into my heart. Beauty, it turns out, not only nourishes the eyes but also settles into a quiet peace within. In the long, hot summer, this bouquet made me feel as though I held the season's coolness in my hands—wordless, yet powerful enough to smooth the wrinkles of heat. Life is like a floral arrangement—when it becomes tangled and cluttered, we must learn to simplify, trimming away the unnecessary to leave only the truest, clearest stems. Standing quietly, they become our refreshing verses against the swelter and chaos. The wisdom of a bouquet, it seems, lies in its simplicity, nurturing the sweetest spring deep within life.