There was once a man who spent all his spare time in one of his four glasshouses.
Flowers was his name, and flowers were his main joy in life. He grew flowers of every
color under the sun, with names as long and difficult as those of the rulers of Ancient
Rome. He grew these flowers in order to enter them for competitions. (A) His one
願望
5 ambition in life was to grow a rose of an entirely new color that would win the silver
cup for the Rose of the Year.
Mr. Flowers' glasshouses were very close to a public path. This path was always
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