Can I choose? Essay

Can I choose the flowers to bloom?

When Rose was very young, she found that she was surrounded by weeds, but she knew that she was a rose, a rose that could bloom brilliant flowers, and roses were noble.

So, the rose worked hard to grow. The surrounding weeds began to laugh at her.

"You are obviously a weed? Why do you work so hard to grow? Why, you still want to bloom, haha..."

The laughter drowned the roses , but she gritted her teeth and said firmly: "I am a rose, I will definitely bloom!"

The weeds smiled even more happily. From then on, as long as the weeds were bored, they would laugh at the roses together.

"Hey, when will you bloom? Do you have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Moon of the Horse?" "Hey, why do you have thorns on your body? You look like a hedgehog, so ugly." "Hey, your flowers are What color is it? Is it black and dry..."

The rose was a little shaken in the long mocking sound. She thought: "Why am I working so hard to bloom? There are weeds all around me, and they won't accept me at all. Here I am on a cliff, and no one comes to appreciate me. Forget it, I am a wild rose." "It's not certain whether it will bloom or not!" The rose finally gave in to the weeds.

But the weeds did not give up, and still sneered at the rose: "Hey, the guy who calls himself Rose, where are your flowers?"

The rose was extremely sad, and at the same time, she began to regret it. So surrendering: "Maybe roses can bloom. How will you know if you don't try? But what if the flowers bloom are not beautiful? Wouldn't they suffer more ridicule..." In this way, roses linger between blooming and blooming. There is no choice between blooming and blooming. Finally, Rose made up her mind, making the surrounding weeds feel awe-inspiring. Gradually, the first bud grew on the top of the rose, and the weeds were extremely surprised. When the second and third buds grow, the weeds no longer dare to laugh at the roses.

The spring breeze continued to blow the roses, and the spring rain kept nourishing the roses... The first bud stretched and slowly unfolded, and then the second and third... ....

The roses are blooming! The weeds were in awe of her, and there was no more ridicule, only endless praise.

"Look, the rose is standing on the cliff, standing upright in the wind. She looks like a noble goddess!" The weeds said enviously.

The rose smiled happily, and at the same time she was very glad that she chose to bloom! Rose couldn't help but booed: "It turns out that nobility and decadence are only at that moment of choice!"