Spring is here, and I planted a rose bush in a flowerpot. I often loosen the soil and water it. A few days later, the roses took off their green branches and grew green leaves.
Summer is here, the roses are blooming, fiery red, a breeze blows over, and a scent of fragrance hits your nose. Look! Some of the rose bushes are tightly wrapped, and they are still skeletal flowers. They look so full that they are about to burst; some have only unfolded two or three flowers. Each of these roses has a different posture. Look at this one, it is beautiful; look at that one, it is also beautiful.
I seem to feel that I am a rose, and it is my hard-working teacher who waters me. She dedicates herself to us and makes us become roses that everyone loves.
I wish I was a real rose, bringing fragrance to teachers and spring.
