Introduction: The petals of the roses are covered with dewdrops, and the roses are glittering with dewdrops, shining with bright and dazzling brilliance, so beautiful!
There is a flower bed in front of my house, which is full of roses. flower. Whenever summer comes, the flower bed exudes the fragrance of roses, and the fragrance floats in the wind.
One morning, I went out for a walk and found a little girl sneaking around, dodging left and right, and came to the flower bed in front of my house. I saw her gently picking off a dewy rose petal, flashing into the field and disappearing.
The next day, I wanted to see what was going on, so I hid behind a pillar very close to the flower bed early in the morning. I could see people outside, but people outside could not see me.
I waited and waited. At nine o'clock in the morning, the little girl finally came. I think the little girl must have come to pick flower petals again. As expected, the little girl looked left and right as soon as she walked to the flower bed. Fortunately, I hid behind the pillar and was not discovered.
After the little girl made sure that no one was there, she hurriedly stretched out her thin arms and prepared to pick rose petals.
I hurriedly stepped out from behind the pillar and called her.
The little girl saw me suddenly jumping out from behind the pillar. She was startled at first, and then looked at me shyly, her face as red as a red apple.
I asked her angrily: "Everyone loves such a beautiful rose, why do you want to pick its petals?!" The little girl begged: "I'm sorry, can you let me pick another petal today? I will never pick petals again." ”
Her words made me even more angry: "Don't you know that roses are alive? They can also be sad. If you pick a flower a few times, it will be gone." ?!”
The little girl cried and said: "Actually, my motherI got sick. My mother likes roses very much, but because roses are too expensive, I can't afford them. I think if my mother smells the fragrance of roses, maybe her illness will get better soon. I also like roses very much and couldn't bear to pick all the flowers, so I only picked one petal. ”The little girl cried even more sadly as she spoke.
I thought: It turned out that I had wrongly blamed her!
