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Truyện The Proud Red Rose


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The Proud Red Rose

One beautiful spring day a red rose blossomed in a forest. As the rose looked around, a pine tree nearby said, "What a beautiful flower. I wish I was that lovely."

Another tree said, "Dear pine, do not be sad, we can’t have everything."

The rose turned its head and remarked, "It seems that I am the most beautiful plant in this forest."

A sunflower raised its yellow head and asked, "Why do you say that? In this forest there are many beautiful plants. You are just one of them."

The rose replied, "I see everyone looking at me and admiring me." Then the rose looked at a cactus and said, "Look at that ugly plant full of thorns!"

The pine tree said, "Red rose, what kind of talk is this? Who can say what beauty is? You have thorns too. "

The rose tried to move its roots away from the cactus, but it could not move. As the days passed, the rose would look at the cactus and say insulting things, like: "This plant is useless? How sorry I am to be his neighbor."

"What a proud flower", thought the trees.

The cactus never got upset and said "God did not create any form of life without a purpose." Spring passed, and the weather became very warm. Life became difficult in the forest, as there was no rain. The rose began to wilt.

One day the rose saw sparrows stick their beaks into the cactus and then fly away, refreshed. The rose asked the pine tree what the birds were doing. The pine explained that the birds got water from the cactus.

"Does it not hurt when they make holes?" asked the rose.

"Yes, but the cactus does not like to see any birds suffer," replied the pine.

The rose opened its eyes in wonder and said, "The cactus has water?"

"Yes you can also drink from it. The sparrow can bring water to you if you asks the cactus for help".

The rose felt too ashamed of its past words and behavior, but then it finally did ask the cactus for help.

The cactus kindly agreed and the birds filled their beaks with water and watered the rose’s roots.

Thus the rose learned a lesson and never judged anyone by their appearance again.

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