In the morning, there was a lightning flash through the silent sky, and a storm suddenly came thundering down. The shed was poured out by a long cut in the rainstorm. The gardener rushed to repair the shed, but the rain still blew down the petals of all the roses.
The gardener sighed, uprooted the damaged bud and threw it outside.
The wet land was full of dense wild plants. The rose had no place to root. Before, the rose was spoiled by the gardener, making it unable to survive at all. It lay on the ground lifelessly. With time passed, the blooms began to wither.
Later, the clouds and mist evaporated, and the hot afternoon sun dried the water on the ground. Water inside the rose was almost evaporated. It looked up at the sun but felt cold all over. It was about to die. It wanted to cry, but it could not shed tears. It closed its eyes and waited for death.
With a slight conscious, it heard the sound of water, it felt its body was buried in the soft soil again.
It must be an illusion... It felt asleep.
The sun once again penetrated through the land, and the rose gradually opens its eyes. There was a young boy with brown hair nearby. The rose moved its petals in surprise. The youth saw the rose raise its stem and he excitedly said: "I know you are still alive." He blinked, took out a bottle of water and poured it on the rose.
The sweet taste of mountain spring was blooming in the root, which was enough to prove that it was still alive. And its roots have been buried in the earth again. It was the youth who saved it.
At this time, the sun was good as it sucked the nutrients of photons and put its face to the hands of the youth. The youth gently touched its petals, and said, "I will take care of you every day!"
The young boy didn't break his promise. He came to look after the rose every day. With the careful attention of the young boy, the rose gradually grew fertile petals and blossomed in the rich soil. It was beautiful and dazzling. It was more beautiful than all the plants around it. It got along silently with the youth. Although they couldn't communicate, every look and every unintentional action were conveying infinite deep feeling. It was appreciating the sun rise and the sun set together with the young boy, listening to the trickle of the stream, watching the starry sky at night together. They encountered each other occasionally and relied on each other in loneliness, And loved each other with accompany.
As time passed, the young man began to be sad. He was guarding the rose for the whole night, only looked at the rose in deep affection, with silent tears. He must have suffered something that made him sad.
It couldn't help him, because it's too small, and all it can do was to watch him in silence.
It wished to freely walk like human beings, but its roots were deeply trapped in the soil, it couldn't do anything.
Early in the morning, the youth left, in the evening, the youth did not come back.
Rose quietly looked at the direction of the youth leaving, waiting patiently.
Summer passed, autumn came, yellow leaves scattered, which will cover the rose, but it was striving to grow high, hoping that the youth will see it growing.
The cold wind blew on the lifeless land. The rose’s petals fell and love words were written on them. It hoped that the wind could whisper its most beautiful part to the young man she loves, but she didn't know that the merciless wind blew its petals to the gully, into the soil and was submerged by the ugly dead leaves. Its petals were decreasing day by day, and the weather was getting colder and colder. The cold temperature made it wither. Its color gradually changed into the color of the earth, losing its original beauty, but the youth still hadn't received its love words.
The last wisp of life dissipated in autumn. The white snowflakes drifted to the dusty ground and covered everything, including the rose waiting for the youth. However, the youth disappeared in its world and never came back.
