In a garden, there lived a nightingale. This nightingale had a wonderful voice, and its song was like clear spring water, flowing through every corner of the garden. There was also a young student in the garden. He was deeply in love with the professor's daughter. One day, the student told the nightingale that he wanted to invite the professor's daughter to a dance, but he didn't have a red rose to give her because she only liked red roses. The nightingale was full of sympathy when it heard this.
The nightingale knew that it was not so easy to get a red rose. It searched everywhere in the garden and finally found a rose tree. The nightingale asked the rose tree how it could get a red rose. The rose tree said that it needed to be watered with song and heart's blood. The nightingale didn't hesitate at all. It flew to the branch of the rose tree and began to sing the most beautiful song. The nightingale's song attracted many animals, and they all gathered around and listened quietly. The nightingale sang night after night like this. Its chest was pressed against the thorns of the rose tree, and drops of blood flowed out one by one, watering the rose tree.
With the watering of the nightingale's song and heart's blood, a bud gradually grew on the rose tree. The bud grew bigger and bigger, and its color became redder and redder. The nightingale's voice became weaker and weaker, but it still kept singing. Finally, one morning, a bright - red and delicate rose bloomed. The nightingale looked at the red rose, full of relief in its eyes, and then it slowly closed its eyes and fell under the rose tree.
At this time, the student came to the garden. He saw the red rose at a glance and was full of joy. He carefully picked the red rose and took it to see the professor's daughter.
However, when the professor's daughter saw the red rose, she said disdainfully that although this rose was beautiful, it couldn't compare with the jewels she saw in the jewelry store. The student was very disappointed. He threw the red rose into the gutter on the street. The red rose was crushed by the wheels in the gutter and gradually withered. But the story of the nightingale sacrificing its life for love has always remained in the garden and has been told by those kind - hearted animals.