My feelings

I have read a book called The Nightingale and The Rose. It tells a story happened on a cold winter night. The Nightingale saw a student crying and then knew his reason. He couldn't dance with his loved girl because he didn't get a red rose. The Nightingale believed that was true love and was determined to help the boy to get a red rose. Finally, the Nightingale got a red rose with her life. However, even though that student got the red rose, he couldn't dance with girl either. The girl chose the jewels eventually.At last the indignant student returned to his study, and the red rose was ground to dust by the wheels of reality. In the story, the Nightingale believed there was true love. Although death is terrible, she thought love was more important than life. But that's not true love as she thought. That ruined rose showed the pallor of love. That girl represents a vain value. They only pursue power, money and status. The author praised the value of love and castigated the worship of money. As far as I am concerned the love is valuable. It can't be substituted by anything. We should learn from the Nightingale.