(When the Roses Bloom) Is this article prose?

When the Roses Bloom

[Chile] Pe Prado This article is a narrative prose

The old gardener has cultivated many excellent varieties of roses . Like a bee, he carries pollen from flower to flower, artificially pollinating the different types of roses. In this way, he developed many new varieties. These new varieties became his favorite treasures and aroused the envy of those who refused to work as hard as bees.

He has never picked a flower to give away. Because of this, he developed a reputation as a selfish and unpleasant person.

A beautiful lady once visited him. The lady also left empty-handed, not taking a single flower with her, but repeating what the gardener had said to her. From then on, in addition to saying that he was selfish and annoying, people also regarded him as a madman, and no one paid any attention to him.

"Madam, you are so beautiful!" the gardener said to the beautiful lady, "I am really happy to dedicate all the flowers in my garden to you! However, even though I am so old , I still don’t know how a picked rose can be regarded as a complete and living rose. Are you laughing at me? Oh! Don’t laugh at me, I ask you not to laugh at me. ”

The old gardener took the beautiful lady to the rose garden, where a wonderful rose was blooming. The bright red flowers seemed like a bright red heart abandoned among the thorns.

"Madam, you see," the gardener said while stroking the flowers with his skillful calloused hands,

"I have been watching the whole process of the rose blooming. . Those red petals grow out of the calyx, like the bright red flames of a small bonfire. Can the flames continue to burn brightly if they are taken out of the bonfire?

“The calyx is delicate and grows slowly from the long stem, while the flowers appear on the branches. No one can definitely separate them - when does it grow to be a calyx, and when does it start to become a flower? I also observed that when the roots of the rose tree stretched down, the branches slowly It turns white, and its roots are tightly combined with the soil due to the action of water seeping out of the ground.

“As a result, I don’t even know where to start counting a rose, so how can I pick it off and give it to others? If I have to pick it off and give it to others, then, Mrs. , did you know that the life of a broken thing is very short?

"Every year in October, the budding rose buds bloom. I struggled to know where the roses began to bloom. I never dared to say: 'My rose tree is blooming. 'And I always cheer like this: 'The earth is blooming, it's wonderful!'

"When I was young, I was rich, strong, beautiful, kind-hearted, and kind-hearted. Loyalty. Four women loved me back then.

“The first woman loved my money. In that woman's hands, my fortune was quickly squandered.

“The second woman loved my strong physique and wanted me to fight her enemies and defeat them. But soon my energy was exhausted along with her love.

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“The third woman loves my handsome appearance. She showered me with loving flattery. My handsome appearance disappeared along with my youth, and that woman's love for me was over.

“The fourth woman loved me as a loyal and kind person. She used this for her own benefit, and finally I saw her hypocrisy and abandoned her.

"At that time, madam, I was like four roses on a rose tree, four women each picking one. However, if a rose tree can welcome 100 springs, then a rose can only have one spring. My poor roses withered forever because of this.

“No one has ever taken a flower from my garden since.

I say to everyone who comes to my garden: 'When will you stop being passionate about those things that are divided and incomplete? What if you could really understand everything

Make it clear, if you can really figure out when roses grow into calyxes and when they begin to bloom, then go and pick them where the roses bloom!'"