Once upon a time, there was a powerful queen. Her garden is planted with the most beautiful flowers from all over the world every season. But she likes roses very much, so she has all kinds of roses: from wild roses whose green leaves can smell like apples to the loveliest roses in Provence. They climbed up the walls of the palace, climbed up the columns and window frames, and reached into the corridor until they reached the ceilings of all the halls. These roses have different scents, shapes and colors.
But these halls are full of worries and sadness. The queen couldn't get up from her bed, and the physician declared her life hopeless.
"Only one thing can save her," said one of the cleverest doctors. "Give her the most beautiful rose in the world, a rose representing the noblest and purest love. This flower should be given to her before she closes her eyes. Then she won't die. "
Young people and old people from all over the world sent many roses-the most beautiful roses in all gardens. However, this is not the kind of rose that can cure diseases. It should be a flower picked in the garden of love; But which rose really expresses the noblest and purest love?
The poet sings the most beautiful rose in the world; Every poet has his own flowers. The news spread all over the country, to every loving heart and to people of every age and occupation.
"No one can identify this flower yet," said the wise man. "No one can tell where this flower is in full bloom. This is not the rose on Romeo and Juliet's coffin, nor the rose on warburg's grave, although these roses are always fragrant in poetry and legend. This is not a rose on Winkley's bloody spear-it is a rose with blood flowing from the heart of a hero who died for his motherland, although no death is as lovely as his blood, and no flower is as red as his blood. This is not a wonderful work that people have spent countless sleepless nights and precious lives in a quiet room-a wonderful work of science. "
"I know where this flower blooms," said a happy mother. She took her delicate child to the queen's bedside. "I know where I can find the most beautiful rose in the world!" That rose represents the noblest and purest love, from the bright face of my lovely child. Then he slept enough, opened his eyes and gave me a loving smile! "
"This rose is beautiful enough, but there is another one more beautiful than this one." The wise man said.
"Yes, it's much more beautiful than this," said another woman. "I have seen a kind of flower, there is no more noble and sacred flower, but it is like the petals of a Geng Shen rose, pale and bloodless. I can see it in the queen's face. She took off her crown, and in the long and sad night, she cried with her sick child in her arms, kissed him and prayed for God's blessing-just like a mother praying in a painful moment. "
"The white rose in sorrow is sacred and has magical power; But it is not the rose we are looking for. "
"No, I just saw the most beautiful rose in the world on the altar of God," said the pious old bishop. "I saw it shining like an angel's face. The young girls went to the holy table and repeated the promises they made when they were baptized, so the roses bloomed-pale white roses appeared on their fresh faces. A young woman is standing there. Her soul is full of pure love, and she looks up to God-this is the purest and noblest expression of love. "
"May God bless her!" The wise man said. "But none of you told me about the most beautiful rose in the world."
At this moment, a child-the youngest son of the Queen-came into the room. His eyes and face are full of tears. He is holding an open thick book. This book is bound in velvet with big silver buttons on it.
"Mom!" The little guy said, "Oh, please listen to me!" " "
So the child sat down by the bed and read something about him in the book-he sacrificed his life on the cross and saved mankind, including those who were not yet born.
"No love can be greater than this!"
The queen's face was rosy, and her eyes became big and bright, because she saw the most beautiful rose in the world on this page-the rose in the blood of Christ on the cross.
"I saw it!" She said: "People who see this rose-the most beautiful rose on earth-will never die!" "
(1) Provence (Provence) is a region in southeastern France. The weather here is mild and there are many kinds of flowers and plants.
(2) Valborg was a nun who preached in Germany in the 8th century. She is deified as a "saint" in legend, and is a fairy who protects people from magic.
Arnold von Winkleid is a patriot in Switzerland. It is said that Sempachi played a decisive role when Switzerland 1386 defeated Britain. He held several enemy spears together and made them stab into his chest, which was useless. In this way, he created a gap so that the Swiss army could step on him and attack the enemy's position.
After reading the story:
With this broad spirit of love, we can get real happiness and happiness and eternal life! It turns out that the most beautiful rose is a kind heart. Yes! No matter how beautiful the appearance is, it is not as beautiful as the soul. As the saying goes, people are cute not because they are beautiful, but because they are cute.