In a small town in Denmark, there was a beautiful garden. The garden was filled with all kinds of flowers, and the most eye - catching among them was a gorgeous rose. There was a little boy who lived in the small house beside the garden. This little boy was very kind and was full of curiosity and love for everything in the garden.
The little boy would run into the garden to play every day. He would play with butterflies and chat with little bees, but his favorite was still that rose. The rose had deep - red petals, as if they had been dyed by fire, shining with a charming luster in the sunlight. The little boy always approached it gently, for fear of accidentally hurting it.
One day, the little boy came to the garden as usual. He saw a crystal - clear dewdrop on the rose petal, just like a pearl. The little boy couldn't help but reach out his hand, wanting to touch that dewdrop. When his finger was about to touch the dewdrop, he suddenly stopped. He was worried that his movement would make the dewdrop roll off, and even more worried about touching the delicate petal of the rose. But, a magical thing happened. The rose, as if sensing the little boy's kindness, swayed gently, and that dewdrop rolled onto the little boy's finger. The little boy laughed happily, thinking that this was a special interaction between the rose and him.
Since then, there seemed to be a tacit understanding between the little boy and the rose. Whenever the little boy came to the garden, the rose would greet him in its unique way. Sometimes it swayed gently with the wind, and sometimes it emitted a more intense fragrance. The little boy would also tell the rose his little secrets. He would talk to the rose about the happy or unhappy things he had encountered at school, and the rose listened quietly, as if it could really understand the little boy's mood.
As time passed, the little boy grew up slowly. He began to have more friends and more things to do. The number of times he went to the garden became less and less. However, whenever he encountered difficulties or felt depressed, he would always think of the rose in the garden. Once, the little boy lost in a school competition. He was very sad and felt useless. He couldn't help but come to the garden.
When he saw the rose, the rose was still as beautiful as ever. It stood firmly in the wind, as if telling the little boy not to give up easily. The little boy walked up to the rose and gently stroked its petals. He felt much calmer in his heart. He told the rose about his loss, and the rose seemed to comfort him with its fragrance. The little boy suddenly realized that no matter where he went, the rose would always be his friend and would give him strength and support.
The little boy decided that no matter how busy he was in the future, he would often come to the garden to visit the rose. Because their friendship was so precious and beautiful, just like the ever - blooming roses in the garden, never withering.
