如果我有间花店，我会在这个小小空间里度过余生。一捧简单精致的花束，给人的却是无尽的遐想与悠远的憧憬。在静静的花间，细细品味花与茶散发的芬芳，听窗外鼓点与风儿的声音。这时，把一切的烦恼都置于身外，任自己的心在香茶与花儿的清幽中沉沦，似乎看到了生命的深邃与博大。

这便是我想要的生活。如果我有间花店，就开在街角，每天卖花的同时销售幸福，可以亲自送走每个拿着花带着笑脸的客人。我收集清晨的露珠，把它和紫罗兰一同调色，那会是一种天然的至纯色的颜料。我用这颜料装饰着店门口的一把椅子，让经过这街角的人都能看到。我将用心感受每朵花绽放出的生命，倾听每个买花人背后的故事，幻想每一束未来的模样。

无论是顺路家庭主妇，或是害羞腼腆高中生，我都耐心跟他们介绍每一束美丽如同介绍我的孩子一般。当然，我也愿意在母亲节早晨给孤儿院护工阿姨们送上一束。以此来表达对她们默默陪伴照顾孩子成长的心意。她们才是真正代言人的英雄。

如果我有间 flower shop, I would be the happiest person in this world. I wouldn't need to compare or show off. I wouldn't worry about the cost of flowers or the difference between my prices and those at the flower market. Each bouquet from my shop is a masterpiece created by skilled florists and precious time.

Parisian florists sell only a limited number of bouquets each day, but every one is exquisite and full of life. They respect their customers even more than themselves. So, the hardest thing is having the courage to enjoy oneself alone, like desert flowers that bloom on barren sand dunes without seeking anyone's approval but simply for personal enjoyment.

If I had a flower shop, if you could come visit me there, we might meet amidst the blossoms.