"Welcome, come on!" The sunlight shouted. The bud stuck out her head of the ground covered with snow and saw the bright world. As the sunlight touched and kissed the bud, it started to open. It was a flower white as snow with thin green stripes. The flower lowered her head with a pleasant look and with modesty.

As soon as they saw the flower, the rays of sunlight said, "Oh, how beautiful you are! You are so full of life and pure. You are the first flower. Soon, snow will melt away, and the cold wind will stop. When we have control here, the whole world will turn green. And you will find your friends soon." It was such a big pleasure. The flower was so fragile and delicate that it seemed to be easy to break her down, but she was dazzlingly beautiful and kept singing for the coming summer.

   But still it was far away from summer. The cloud hid the sun, and the strong wind blew hard. The cloud and the wind shouted to the flower. "You came out too early. We are still strong enough. It is not the right time to decorate yourself and walk around." "You will be broken. You will be frozen and dried to death. You were deceived by the temptation of the sun and bloomed too early. You are such a fool of summer which bloomed in winter."