With the yearning for "musk deer blossom and shark yarn is full of green", I look for roses on both sides of this path.

The Dingdong River broke the silence of a mountain, the sun covered the grass, and several butterflies danced around-

A rose!

A rose is "a flower, two colors, two shades of red", although there is no scene of "a thousand green leaves connecting the sky" in the poem; That rose, just budding, crystal dew, like rosy clouds attached to her petals, she is waiting, waiting to open.

The faint fragrance slipped from the tip of my nose. I greedily let myself suck and fell in love with her involuntarily.

"Without national fragrance, you can't accept it, and the poet smokes into the water." I was drunk and gradually fell asleep.

The dream is beautiful, the dream is romantic, and I hold a red rose in my dream.

I crouched down gently, my hands unconsciously stretched forward, trying to pick her up. At the moment I met her, the pain spread from my fingers to my heart.

Stab! Under her beautiful appearance, there are thorns on the blue stem!

I woke up suddenly, opened my eyes and walked forward.

Everything happened by accident. ...