The story of a rose

On the basis of realistic cognition, it is described as an abnormal phenomenon. It is a literary genre, focusing on the description of the development process of events. Emphasize the vividness and coherence of the plot, which is more suitable for oral telling. Here is a story about a rose. Come and have a look.

The story of a rose A gentleman stopped at the gate of a 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 road 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.

A rose holds a grand funeral for the deceased, so it is better to be filial when she is alive.

The story of a rose Once upon a time, there was a powerful queen. Her garden is planted with the most beautiful flowers from all over the world every season. But she likes roses very much, so she has all kinds of roses: from wild roses whose green leaves can smell like apples to the loveliest roses in Provence. They climbed up the walls of the palace, climbed up the columns and window frames, and reached into the corridor until they reached the ceilings of all the halls. These roses have different scents, shapes and colors.

But these halls are full of worries and sadness. The queen couldn't get up from her bed, and the physician declared her life hopeless.

"Only one thing can save her," said one of the cleverest doctors. "Give her the most beautiful rose in the world-a rose that represents the noblest and purest love. This flower should be given to her before she closes her eyes. Then she won't die. "

Young people and old people from all over the world sent many roses-the most beautiful roses in all gardens. However, this is not the kind of rose that can cure diseases. It should be a flower picked in the garden of love; But which rose really expresses the noblest and purest love?

The poet sings the most beautiful rose in the world; Every poet has his own flowers. The news spread all over the country, to every loving heart and to people of every age and occupation.

"No one can identify this flower yet," said the wise man. "No one can tell where this flower is in full bloom. This is not the rose on Romeo and Juliet's coffin, nor the rose on warburg's grave, although these roses are always fragrant in poetry and legend. This is not the rose on Winkley's blood-stained spear-this is the rose in the blood of a hero who died for his country, although no death is so lovely and no flower is so red as his blood. This is not a wonderful work that people have spent countless sleepless nights and precious lives in a quiet room-a wonderful work of science. "

"I know where this flower blooms," said a happy mother. She took her delicate child to the queen's bedside. "I know where I can find the most beautiful rose in the world!" That rose represents the noblest and purest love, from the bright face of my lovely child. Then he slept enough, opened his eyes and gave me a loving smile! "

"This rose is beautiful enough, but there is another one more beautiful than this one," said the wise man.

"Yes, it's much more beautiful than this," said another woman. "I have seen a kind of flower, there is no more noble and sacred flower, but it is like the petals of a Geng Shen rose, pale and bloodless. I can see it in the queen's face. She took off her crown, and in the long and sad night, she cried with her sick child in her arms, kissed him and prayed for God's blessing-just like a mother praying in a painful moment. "

"The white rose in sorrow is sacred and has magical power; But it is not the rose we are looking for. "

"No, I just saw the most beautiful rose in the world on the altar of God," said the pious old bishop. "I saw it shining like an angel's face. The young girls went to the holy table and repeated the promises they made when they were baptized, so the roses bloomed-pale white roses appeared on their fresh faces. A young woman is standing there. Her soul is full of pure love, and she looks up to God-this is the purest and noblest expression of love. "

"May God bless her!" The wise man said. "But none of you told me about the most beautiful rose in the world."

At this moment, a child-the youngest son of the Queen-came into the room. His eyes and face are full of tears. He is holding an open thick book. This book is bound in velvet with big silver buttons on it.

"Mom!" The little guy said, "Oh, please listen to me!" " "

So the child sat by the bed and read about him in the book-he sacrificed his life on the cross and saved mankind, including those who were not yet born.

"No love can be greater than this!"

The queen's face sparkled with roses! Her eyes became big and bright because she saw the most beautiful rose in the world on this page-a rose from the blood of Christ on the cross.

"I saw it!" She said: "People who see this rose-the most beautiful rose on earth-will never die!" "

The story of a rose In a small flower bed, there lived a rose. She is beautiful, with red petals, yellow stamens and intoxicating fragrance. Passers-by all want to stop and smell this beautiful flower. So Rose is very proud.

One day, Rose Foam was sunbathing and sunbathing. At this time, she saw the dirty black soil under her feet. Rose proudly said to the black soil, "Oh, you have stayed at my feet for so long. I am so beautiful, you are dirty and ugly, how can you stand at my feet! "

Black soil seriously said: "you are so beautiful, in fact, most of them have my credit."

Rose said strangely, "joke, I am so beautiful, I rely on myself, so I don't need your help!" " You are here, I can't stay any longer, I'm leaving tomorrow! "

The next day, Ross packed his bags and left without looking back. Black soil looked at the figure of rose leaving and sighed heavily. The rose was irradiated by the hot sun, and she felt weak and unstable. Soon, her beautiful petals began to fade, and finally, she withered. When the rose fell, she realized: never look down on others; When you are successful, don't forget those friends who silently pay for you behind your back.

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