Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful rose with red petals and intoxicating fragrance. Roses are surrounded by bees every day. However, the rose is not happy, because people are not standing beside it to touch it or smell its fragrance, but standing at a distance to appreciate it.
One day, Ross suddenly found himself surrounded by a big and ugly monster, a frog dressed only in green. Ross felt more angry than ever. She shouted to the frog in a crisp voice, "Oh, it's an ugly ghost, you know?" Because of you, everyone is afraid to come near me, let alone touch me. Get out. " Say that finish, rose kicked the frog that had been silent with her little green feet.
Then, Rose dressed herself up with natural cosmetics and said happily to the brightest blade of grass, "Now, someone must dare to come near me."
Sure enough, as the rose expected, many people came to see the rose, but the rose was not happy because the nutrition in its body was constantly losing.
Three days later, no one came to see the rose, and all its nutrients were sucked away by pests. Rose said the last sentence before she died: "I really regret kicking the frog who served me in obscurity."
Early in the morning, I woke up from my sleep, dressed in a hurry and ran to the rose in front of the unit.
Close your eyes and gently gather together. The fragrance of roses has a clear and faint fragrance. I admire the roses in my sleep with great interest. The stems of roses are brown and full of thorns. If you don't pay attention when picking roses, you will be pricked. People dare not touch it as if they were soldiers guarding it.
The leaves under the roses are round and small, like a green round table; Also like a green umbrella. ...
Roses have various postures and customs. Some roses are in full bloom, and the red petals are open, revealing a yellow and tender flower heart, as if looking at me and smiling, just like a graceful lady and a complacent princess. ...
Some just opened two or three petals, like the rose elf house.
Some are still full of flowers, skinny and full of want to burst.
When the roses are in full bloom, you can pick a petal and put it in your mouth. There is a faint fragrance running down your throat.
When it is still a flower, you can take it home and dry it to make tea.
I always like to put a few petals in my mouth, as if intoxicated by the elegant fragrance.
There was a sudden breeze. The rose flutters with the wind, just like a dancing butterfly, just like a proud girl on the ninth heaven.
I love its proud dancing and graceful appearance, and I love its cool fragrance even more.
The third autumn came, and a rose seed broke free from her mother's arms and fell into the pile of cow dung.
Spring came, and the chirping bird woke up the rose seed. It stood up hard and got out of the ground. Ah, it's really lively outside. Spring is running, birds are singing and nature is so beautiful. Gradually, under the sunshine and the touch of rain and dew, the rose finally bloomed. It's no different from mom, but the color is brighter than mom.
Until one day, a painter passed by and drew a picture for it, and named it the first flower in the world. Since then, many people have come to see roses. Rose is proud, looking at herself in spring every day.
One day, it accidentally lowered its head and found a pile of cow dung under its feet. It is very angry, saying that I am the best flower in the world, how can I tolerate a pile of cow dung at my feet? And then left in anger.
Rose sits proudly on a white stone. It feels not only beautiful, but also more proud and sacred. A few days later, Rose's clothes turned yellow, and it finally fell limply.
Nature is still the same as before, birds are still singing, springs are still flowing, and nature is so beautiful.
I got up early this morning and saw a rose as red as fire on TV. It adds a little bright color, a little bright and a little lively to this dull home. I can't help feeling and smelling. I was so careless that I was stabbed by his sharp thorn. Rose, rose, why do you have thorns? Suddenly a faint voice came from the rose petals. I put my ears together to listen, and they can also talk. "Which little boy was stabbed by my sword just now?" "Rose swordsman, you are not only handsome, but also good at fencing. I really love you." At this moment, I suddenly thought of a question: What kind of truth does this sentence tell us? There is always darkness behind beauty. The more beautiful people or things are, there are always intrigues behind them.
We can see it in many TV dramas, and we can also learn from colorful natural and historical pictures. For example, The Story Of Diu Sim, one of the four beauties in China, created two heroes during the Three Kingdoms period: Lu Bu and Dong Zhuo killed each other. As a result, Dong Zhuo was killed and Lu Bu got a bad livelihood. Pushkin, known as the "father of Russian literature", judged people by their appearances, married Natalya and lost the spark of creation. Another example: there is a beautiful snake in Africa. Its body is covered with red, white and black ring patterns, but there are fangs behind this beautiful pattern.
Five gentlemen stopped at the gate of the flower shop. He is going to order a bunch of flowers from the flower shop for his mother in his hometown.
When the gentleman was about to walk into the shop door, he found a little girl sitting on the road crying. The gentleman walked up to the little girl and asked her:
"Son, why are you sitting here crying?"
"I want to buy my mother a rose, but I don't have enough money." The child said. This gentleman is distressed.
"Hmm …" So the gentleman took the little girl by the hand and walked into the flower shop. He first ordered a bunch of flowers for his mother, and then bought a rose for the little girl. Walking out of the flower shop, the gentleman suggested to the little girl that he drive her home.
"Do you really want to take me home?"
"Of course!" "Then you take me to see my mother. But uncle, my mother lives far away from here. "
"If I had known, I wouldn't have taken you." This gentleman said jokingly.
The gentleman drove all the way as the little girl said. Unexpectedly, after walking out of the main street in the city, he followed the winding mountain road and came to the cemetery. The little girl put the flowers next to a new grave. She walked a long way to present a rose to her mother who died just a month ago. The gentleman sent the little girl home and then went back to the flower shop. He canceled the bouquet for his mother, bought a large bouquet instead, and went directly to his mother's house, which is five hours' drive from here. He will give her the flowers himself.