I still remember that afternoon, not far from where we lived, I saw a rose. It was very red to a little black. It was very fragrant. The fragrance could be smelled from a distance. I got close to the rose and put my nose close to a slightly black rose. The fragrance was a bit depressing and boring. I looked there alone for a long time and kept lowering my head to smell the rose. It was so fragrant that I had never smelled it before. It penetrated to my bones. This kind of fragrance is like a certain kind of body, very delicate but very strong, the feeling from the inside to the outside, exuding an alluring and delicious fragrance, but red and black. That rose is the most beautiful and charming of all the roses I have ever seen. I looked at it for a long time and smelled the tangy fragrance. It was full of temptation for me. It was like feeling the delicate skin of a newborn baby, the most obscure skin on the inner thigh of a girl, so soft, I was very scared. , Because the flowers are very bright, but very attractive, just like that independent flower in the dust. I hesitated for a long time whether to pick it because there are thorns on the leaf stems, so I thought about it for a long time. When I was about to reach out my hand, I still struggled, but I really like it. I really want to have such a beautiful thing. After struggling for a while, I left I thought I shouldn't pick it, because what I got was not worth cherishing at all. I was going to ask the local neighbor next to me for a branch, plant one myself, and prepare everything, just like the neighbor was coming to plant the branch. But in the end I couldn't wait until it bloomed. We moved away without taking it with us, for fear that it would not be able to feed and leave it to the neighbors.
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