In a beautiful garden, there lived a little snail and a gorgeous rose. The snail always crawled slowly in the corner of the garden, while the rose stood proudly in the center, blooming with magnificent flowers. One day, on its way to look for food, the snail unknowingly came to the foot of the rose. The snail shyly looked up at the rose, and the rose also lowered its head and noticed the little snail. The rose said with a smile, "Hello, little snail. You crawl so slowly." The snail replied a little embarrassedly, "Although I crawl slowly, I can see a lot of subtle beauty." In this way, they started a conversation, and a wonderful friendship also unfolded inadvertently.
Since then, the snail would crawl to the rose every day. The rose would share the interesting things that happened in the garden with the snail, such as the songs of the birds in the early morning and the dances of the butterflies among the flowers. The snail would also tell the rose about its discoveries in the corner of the garden, like those newly - sprouted little mushrooms and the homes of the little bugs hidden in the grass. One day, it suddenly began to rain lightly. The snail hurriedly hid under the rose's petals. The rose sheltered the snail from the wind and rain with its own petals. The snail said gratefully, "Rose, you are so kind. You are my best friend." The rose replied with a smile, "You are also my good friend. We should take care of each other."
As time passed, autumn came. The rose's petals began to wither slowly, and she became a little depressed. Seeing the rose's sad look, the snail climbed onto the rose's branch and gently comforted her, "Rose, don't be sad. Although your petals will wither, your roots are still there. Next spring, you will become beautiful again." After hearing the snail's words, the rose felt very warm in her heart. She knew that the snail really cared about her.
Winter soon arrived, and the garden was covered with snow. The snail hid in its shell and began to hibernate, and the rose also waited quietly for the arrival of spring in the cold wind. Although they could not chat and play as before, they both knew that in this garden, there was a good friend thinking about them.
Finally, spring was approaching. The sun shone in the garden, and the ice and snow began to melt. The snail slowly poked its head out of its shell, and the rose also grew new shoots. They could once again share everything in the garden as before. Their friendship had withstood the test of the four seasons and become even deeper.
