I have a bouquet of roses, which I put in my bosom and planted in the forest.

Delicate and gorgeous, open brilliantly, attract countless visitors to stop.

There are many people who see it, and some people think it is so gorgeous and undignified; Some people think that it is warm and unclean.

They stood aside, pointing and pointing at my roses.

Rose doesn't understand them, but she knows that she has lost people's affection.

Slowly, the rose lowered her head and hid herself deep among the thorns.

The do-gooders want to eradicate this thorn bush to see if the legendary delicate rose is really that beautiful, or if it is not worth mentioning in the mouths of others.

He stretched out his hand, rude and forceful, and was accidentally tinked

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