Spring has come, and the petals of roses are bright. The petals are so thin and beautiful! When the sun rises, the petals of the rose slowly unfold in the sun, as if to say to the sun, "Good morning, Grandpa Sun!" " "As soon as the sun shines on the petals of the rose, I can't help but admire:" What a delicate and noble rose! " "
Summer is here, the sun is like fire, and the roses are so hot that they are sweating. Nevertheless, roses always greet the arrival of the sun with a smile. Occasionally a breeze blows, the white fog disappears, and the sky is swept clean, leaving only the sun alone. The roses in the sun are more extraordinary, noble and elegant.
Autumn is coming, and the cool breeze blows on the roses, which inevitably makes the roses feel a chill. At this time, the petals of the rose began to turn from red to yellow. It looks up at the sky, worried and looking forward to the opportunity of rebirth. But now, fate has given it the result that it must leave.
Winter has arrived, and it has experienced the birth process of spring germination, summer flowering and autumn fruit. Roses are exhausted by this experience again and again. In winter, just like a mother who holds it in her arms and sings a lullaby to it, she often coaxes the rose to sleep, covers it with a snow quilt and lets it wait for the next round of rebirth!