I would call a tulip my favorite flower. It is spring, and usually tulips are in a hurry to grow by March 8th. Dad often gives tulips to mom for this holiday. But that's not why I like the tulip. It's just that the flower is very fragile and so delicate that it takes your breath away.
The tulip reminds me of a beautiful young girl. This is due to the slenderness of the flower, I guess. Tulips similarly humbly bow their heads before they have blossomed. A tulip bud on a flexible, straight stem is a real work of art. Their petals are so delicate as if they were made of silk or some other magical fabric. You touch them - and you are afraid to wrinkle.
Tulips are very beautiful when they bloom. And the most wonderful tulips that I have ever seen grew in a flower bed near the theater. They were of a rare variety. These tulips had a pale pink color, even white-pink, such a delicate shade. And the sun shone through the thinnest petals. On the lawn grass of the flower bed, these tulips looked simply divine.
Do you have a favorite flower?