In the forest, there was a rose tree. It was being eaten by insects and so it only grew one white rose. One of its petals had turned green as it was not getting enough nutrients. An artist saw this rose tree, and he picked the sick rose. The artist thought that his world was perfect. He hoped to turn the imperfect things he sees into something beautiful. He took it to his studio, dyed the whole rose green and put it in the corner of the exhibition hall as an art piece.
The poor rose had no water given to the root so the petals were covered by the green dye, and were unable to breathe. Its body gradually withered, no longer blooming and its petals were falling. The cleaner threw it into the garbage bag and left it in an abandoned space. The rose thought that it would lose the will to live. It could not survive for long tied up in the garbage bag. There seemed to be no hope. The sun was shining on the garbage bag which was constantly shaking in the hot wind. Suddenly, the rose felt that water was at the bottom of its stem. Its lost hope burned up again. It exerted all its last strength desperately to survive and get close to the water source. It felt the pain that its body being torn, but in order to live on, it still prolonged its limited length of body, creating roots for itself to regenerate in the muddy and dirty water. The rose miraculously survived. Relying on that water source, it expanded its body and finally broke through the garbage bag. It found the long-time sun and stretched out its head. A middle-aged man pushed an old woman with a wheelchair, probably his mother. They passed by the garbage, the old woman noticed the tenacious rose at a glance, stretched out her arms as if she wanted to touch it. The man took the rose off again and put it into a bottle of water, and put it at where the old woman could see. The old woman would smile happily whenever she saw it, as if she could see her own figure from it.
Soon later, the old woman died. The man put the rose on the old woman's chest and put them together into the coffin, to transport them to the church. That night, something strange happened. When people came there the next morning, to bury the old woman, they saw a rose tree with tens of millions of red roses coming out of the coffin. The colour of that rose was more gorgeous and fresh than that of any other rose tree. The ridiculous priest thought that the rose tree would grow all the way to heaven. Since then, the church there had become famous. Filial children would take their parents who wanted to go to heaven after death to the church.
In fact, that night, the devastated rose directly inserted its roots into the old woman's heart and kept his life with her blood. It became another miracle that it survived again!
