The Chinese version of the rose legend

she's exhausted, lying by the wet river, watching more and more of her hand-made mudheads.

how can you speed up the creation of a human being with sore arms? she found a branch to stir in the mud.

as the branches waved, a little mud bead jumped to the shore, and they became living people, screaming for the girl as their mother.

she smiled, she hugged this, hugged this, and said, "my children, you make me so happy!" it's wonderful to have so many of her children on earth when she's an old grandmother.

but how do we get her kids out of their old age? she asked about the clear wind, and she asked about the stars, and they did not answer.

one day, as she was meditating, the red sun went down, and there was a thousand suns.

by the way, if humans are to survive, new humans must be created, how can they be created? an ordinary man cannot make a man without her magic! by the way, she's magic by her hand.

in her mouth she uttered a spell and spread magic in secret, and it spreads out with its twigs, full of green leaves, and slowly blooms with a fragrance of flowers and adorns.

how beautiful! a man with a flower in front of a woman, and soon she was conquered by the magic of roses, ashamedly bowed her head, and let him hold her hands ...

she was so happy: "i'm going to have a grandson." and that's the kind of plant that has roses, and she's been enchanted by a woman, and she's been made into something of love.

but who knows, it's a means of survival for the children of human grandmothers! the beautiful rose, the seed of man! put your hands together and be taken by roses to his yard, where he was a vegetable。