A rose

A gentleman stopped at the florist's door, and he was going to order a bunch of flowers from the florist, and ask them to send them to their mother in their hometown.

The gentleman was about to walk into the shop when he found a little girl sitting on the road crying, and the gentleman came up to the little girl and asked her,

Child, why are you sitting here crying?

I want to buy a rose for my mother, but I don't have enough money. The boy said. The gentleman was distressed to hear.

Like this? So the gentleman walked into the flower shop with the little girl's hand and ordered the bouquet for her mother, then bought a rose for the little girl. Walking out of the florist, the gentleman suggested to the little girl to drive her home.

Will you really take me home?

Of course!

Then you can take me to mom. But my uncle, where my mother lives, is far from here.

I knew I wouldn't take you. "Said the gentleman, jokingly.

The gentleman said that the little girl had been driving in the past, did not expect to get out of the downtown road, along the winding mountain road, unexpectedly came to the cemetery. The little girl put the flowers beside a new grave, and she went a long way to give a rose to her mother, who had died a month ago. The gentleman returned the little girl home and returned to the florist. He cancelled the bouquet he had to send to his mother, instead bought a bunch of flowers and headed for his mother's home, five hours away.

A rose

A great funeral for the dead,

Rather than during his lifetime,

Show filial piety.