菊花开了，黄的、白的、紫的，一朵朵挺着腰杆站在秋风里，不怕凉，不怕霜。古人爱菊，爱的就是这份傲骨：花开在深秋，不争春，不抢夏，只在属于自己的时节里，开得认真，开得坦然。菊花丛边摆着一壶热茶，茶香混着花香，喝一口，暖意从喉咙漫到心里，秋天的凉意也被熨平了。

The chrysanthemums bloomed in yellow, white, and purple, standing straight in the autumn wind, unafraid of cold or frost. People of old loved the chrysanthemum for its proud backbone: it flowers in late autumn, never competing with spring or summer, blooming earnestly and calmly in its own season alone. A pot of hot tea sat beside the chrysanthemums, its fragrance mingling with the flowers, and one sip sent warmth from the throat to the heart, smoothing away the chill of autumn.