Original text:
Roses grow by the river. When she looked down, she saw her beautiful shadow in the river: bright face, delicate skin, elegant figure ... she was very proud.
However, she heard a flower that came to rest and said that she was so beautiful and tender because the roots were buried in the soil, which made her very unhappy.
"My beauty, my fragrance, is entirely my own. What does it have to do with this? " She looked down at her beautiful shadow in the river, which shook her waist like a dance. She couldn't help thinking, "I wish I could swap places with the shadow." I am still beautiful, but I don't need roots at all. I am free, unlike being tied up here. " Alas! When can I fly away from this annoying branch! "
One day, when the breeze blew her petals into the water one by one, she was so happy that she couldn't help saying to herself, "Great, I can finally swap places with my shadow, and I can finally break up with the annoying roots-I feel sick at the thought of her sticking to the soil." When she was lying in the river, she was more happy to find that the roses in the river were gone. Isn't this the sign that she made way for her?
However, before she could conceive irony, she was washed away by the river.