It is already very cold in winter, and those weeds have dried up for a long time, and there is no green at all. They are yellow and yellow, and they will burn when they are ignited. Those tall poplars and acacia trees also lost their last leaves and shivered in the northwest wind.

Next to a haystack, I don't know why, there is a rose, but it looks good. Not a bright green leaf has fallen off, and there are two buds on a twig. One bud has cracked and just spit out some red petals, which seems to bloom at once.

This kind of rose, like other flowers and plants, is also very afraid of cold, because it is beside the haystack and can bask in the sun, so it survived. But she was worried that she would freeze to death sooner or later. She sends all the nutrients to two buds every day, hoping to bloom two red flowers in the cold winter. In this way, she dedicated the last two flowers to the earth in winter, and even if she really froze to death, she would be happy.

Every morning, she hopes the sun will come out soon. How much she loves the sun. She knows that only solar energy can help her blossom, help her live and bloom more flowers in the future.

Rose spent another night squatting and woke up early with cold. She wiped her eyes and looked at the sky. Ah, it's snowing heavily. I only saw thousands of snowflakes flying around the ground in Qian Qian. Snowflakes fall one after another, as if they will never end. Rose is cold, painful and tired. She sighed hi and wanted to close her eyes and sleep for a while, but she saw a man standing motionless in the snow, all white, not knowing what he was doing. Chinese rose gently ask:

"Who are you?"

That's a snowman. He is thinking about an interesting thing with his eyes closed and a smile. When he heard someone calling him, he opened his eyes and took a look.

"Ah, are you calling me? I am a snowman. What about you? "

"My name is Rose."

"Nice name, called Chinese rose. Then come and play with me. "

"No, I'm afraid of cold. It can't snow here, it's warmer here. "

The snowman frowned and was a little disappointed. He said:

"Why are you afraid of the cold? If only you were not afraid of the cold. I am not afraid of cold. "

Rose can't go to play with the snowman by herself. She feels a little sad, but she really wants to play with the snowman. She beckoned and said to the snowman:

"Then come to me. It's much warmer here. "

"I don't want to be warm. If it's too warm, I'll sweat, sweat, sweat ..."

The snowman didn't go on, that is to say, at the end of the stream, there was only a pool of snow left, and the snowman left and died. The snowman was most afraid of talking to death, so he said nothing.

Chinese rose is a little don't understand, she side head to ask:

"Are you afraid of the sun?"

"The sun? Hmm. " The snowman said nothing but nodded.

"How can you be afraid of the sun? I really don't understand. "

"I don't like the sun, which is nothing strange." The snowman squinted at the rose and blamed it for being stupid. He thought for a moment and then said, "In fact, when it snows, the sun will never come out again. Even if it doesn't snow, the sun won't come out as long as I stand here. "

Rose heard the snowman talk like this, and she said to the snowman angrily and anxiously:

"Ah, that you are quick to go away. If you keep standing in front of me, I'll never see the sun again. Go away! Don't stand here early, I hate you. "

The snowman laughed so hard that some snowflakes on his shoulders fell straight. He said:

"What's so terrible about this? I really want to be friends with you. You are beautiful and lively. It would be great if we were always together. You are afraid of cold, I am not afraid of cold, I can help you. "

"You are up to no good, you will freeze my bud. I like the sun and hope to see it every day. With the sun, I can bloom the most beautiful flowers. " Rose closes her eyes and recalls the past. "I think of this summer. At that time, I just grew up and saw the sun every day. I want to open flowers once a month. Those flowers are really beautiful and fragrant. Not now. It's snowing so hard that the sun can't come out and play with me hand in hand. "

Rose said here, the in the mind very uncomfortable, how much she miss sun.

Snowman doesn't like to listen to Chinese rose say these words, he hey hey smile:

"You always say the sun, the sun! Then call out the sun. "

"I believe the sun will come out soon."

"Well, then you just wait."

Rose doesn't want to talk to the snowman anymore. The snowman doesn't want to be friends with Rose any more. He looks down on Chinese rose. The snowman thought he was not afraid of the cold, so he straightened his chest and stood straighter. His posture is for the cold-fearing Chinese rose.

At this time, a wild dog ran out from behind the snowman, ran to the snowman's side, sniffed, stretched out his front paws and grabbed him, and ran quickly forward.

Rose saw a deep cut on the snowman's body, like a knife, and she shouted:

"Look at yourself, your pants are broken!"

The snowman looked down and saw that there was really a long and deep cut on his leg, and there were footprints of wild dogs in the snow next to him. He deliberately pretended to casually say:

"What's the big deal? I can put on New Pants tomorrow. "

"Tomorrow?" Rose frowned and asked the snowman, "Will it snow tomorrow?"

"You wait and see, the snow is endless, maybe next month or two."

With these words, the snowman closed his eyes and said nothing more. To be honest, he felt that Rose was not worthy to be his friend. Rose looked at the sky, and it was dark again. Snowflakes are still flying, and the north wind is blowing violently. She shrank, her leaves were black with cold, and her body was like a layer of skin. She gritted her teeth and tried her best to protect two small buds.

That night, Rose couldn't sleep at all. She was so numb with the snow that she didn't even know if she was alive. After waking up, she suddenly felt particularly bright in front of her eyes. She really saw the sun, which made her so happy! The sun was smiling and waving to her, so she extended her arm to meet her. She held the hand of the sun tightly and immediately felt warm and fragrant. She looked at herself, ah! Two small buds are in bloom, and the bright red petals are blooming one by one, which is more beautiful than any flowers that have been in bloom in the past. Rose was very happy. She took the sun's hand and told it what happened yesterday. She looked at the snowman again and got a fright. The snowman disappeared, leaving only a large piece of snow water on the ground. She understood everything and never wanted to see this pool of snow again. What she is anxious to do now is how to make these two bright red Chinese rose flowers bloom more brightly and last longer, and more flowers will bloom in the future.