I remember reading Zhang Ailing's novel "Red Rose and White Rose" a long time ago. I didn't feel much while reading the book, but after watching the movie I remembered the original words in the book: Maybe every man has had two women like this, at least two. Marry a red rose, and over time, the red one becomes a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one is still the bright moonlight in front of the bed. Married to a white rose, the white one is like a rice stick on her clothes, but the red one is like a cinnabar mole on her heart.
The more I look at it, the more classic it becomes, and I can't help but ask myself: Are red roses or white roses better? What kind of rose does a woman need to be for a man to be happy? Later, I couldn't help but wonder: Does the rose only refer to women? Men can also be men's red roses and white roses. Now, I occasionally get the idea that men can be women's red roses and white roses.
The discussion of "red roses and white roses" may continue forever, and love is always the focus of people's attention.
Recalling the "rose experience" over the years, I wrote this humble essay. I have graffitied a few articles before, but I had the urge to finish this article, so I even changed my pen name :). This is the first time to deal with so many types of "roses", so shortcomings are inevitable. I hope you will feel free to give me some advice. Everyone will criticize me for being mean to "Rose", deliberately find faults, and yell a few times if you have the strength to do so, just think of it as encouragement to my little sister. By the way, you can look for how many pairs of "red roses and white roses" there are in my article, both for men and women, and there are some hidden ones, haha.
Greetings everyone.