The roses in the garden are moving on the playground, some are whispering, some are singing loudly, and some are playing games.

Seeing the raindrops falling slowly, some roses are jubilant, some are uneasy and some sigh.

Some red roses are in bud, like a shy little girl; Some are in full bloom alone, graceful and colorful, showing their peerless elegance; Some get together.

Some of those raindrops fell on roses, some crawled coquettishly, some looked up and took a bath, and some followed the raindrops to the ground.

In the morning, some roses in the park are stretching their muscles, some are doing aerobics and some are washing their faces.