Rose Lyrics

The Rose - II-II

Lyrics:II-II

Songwriter:II-II

You said you'd like to buy a house by the sea? And live there with your adorable loon

You'd be a moody grocery store owner? Selling your favorite things as the mood takes you

Is life getting more and more depressing? You become less and less like yourself? Standing alone in the miserable wind

Rose where are you? You said all the people you loved are gone? Don't lie to yourself

You're just hiding deeper?

Where are you Rose

You always like things you can't hold on to? Please don't cry

We're all left with a bunch of memories woven from our youth

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye? I know you just want to escape

Escape from reality and the past? Don't lie to yourself

You're just hiding deeper? Rose where are you

You always like things you can't hold on to? Please don't cry

We are all left with a pile of memories woven with youth

Memories woven with youth? Memories made of youth? With youth

"Rose" is a song composed and sung by Mainland Chinese male singer II Bai, originally included in a compilation album released by Mainland folk music organization Sesame Oil Leaf in 2012, and later rearranged and included in II Bai's debut album released in 2017, Hey, Heads Up! in which it was reworked and included on II Bai's debut album Hey, Heads Up!

II Bai captured countless fans with the song "Rose", as many people heard themselves in the song. They may silently love someone like Rose who can't show it, or they may be like the rose in the song, going through the process from blooming passionately to hiding themselves.

The rose in the MV story could be any one of us. We have all imagined countless beautiful images of the future and enjoyed the most radiant moments of our lives. However, in the non-stop replication of life busy shuttle, non-stop in a variety of high-rise buildings and the subway through, gradually, we are like the later rose, experiencing frost and withering.

One day at noon, I just came home, I smelled a faint fragrance came.

I hurriedly dropped my schoolbag and ran to the dining table.

Sure enough, the vase of roses at home was in bloom.

How opulent the roses were! That rose bloomed in all different forms.

Some are shy, like a shy little girl; some just bloomed, exuding a burst and a burst of elegant fragrance; some blossomed a sweet smile, the flowers are like a few delicate little flower plate, the golden stamens are like a tray of tantalizing creamy omelette, omelette next to a few droplets of crystalline water droplets; that the previous roses bloomed in the past, bright red petals faded, the dark green petals of the rose, the red petals of the rose, the green petals of the rose, the red petals of the rose, the red petals of the rose, the red petals of the rose, the red petals of the rose. Withered, dark green branches and trunks bent, flowers hanging low, like a hunchback, downcast old man ...... far from looking, a rose plant shows a red, red like fire, colorful as Xia, beautiful.

But the beauty of roses is not only here! I especially like roses in the sunshine.

You see, the sunlight to the rose gilded with a layer of shiny gold, and next to a small water droplet is like a naughty little elf, roll over, roll over, roll to the west, roll to the east.

Under the sun's rays, the bright red roses, one by one, a small droplet of water, but into a beautiful golden pearl, so that the roses appear to be more opulent.

Such beauty, such fun, such opulence, make me fall in love with roses! People are naturally in a good mood on a warm spring day.

I am no exception, today is Sunday, went to the park with my mom to enjoy the flowers.

As soon as I stepped into the park, I saw a wide range of flowers.

The most dazzling to count the rose, red, white, blue ...... carefully observed the rose, found that it has thorns on the stem, is to prevent pests from eating the flowers.

There are also some flower bones in the sea of flowers, which look so full that they are about to break.

If you look at such a large area of roses in front of you as a large living painting, then the painter's skill is really amazing.

I stood there and felt as if I were a rose, and when the breeze blew, "I" seemed to be dancing.

I was so relaxed that I felt like I was floating.

It was so enjoyable! Mom came over and called me, and I remembered I wasn't a rose.

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Essay on Flowers 400 Words

Plum blossoms, the most beautiful flower in winter. In the cold winter, snow covered the whole earth, millions of flowers in other seasons bloom their own beauty. Fragrance, but do not dare to experience the overwhelming flakes of snow, only one flower is still standing, that is - plum blossom. Plum blossom, is the most resilient flower. When the snow comes, other flowers spit in the fragrance, all thankful, only the plum blossom and its "sister'' daffodil still stand. They seem to be fighting with the snow to see who will last. They are not afraid to invade the bone marrow of the snow flying, not afraid of the sky covered with flakes of snow, winter because they are beautiful. Lovely. Plum blossom is the most selfless flower. Plum blossom will be all flashy fame to the peony, to the peach blossom, to all the fleeting exotic flowers and plants, to all the beautiful and fragrant beings, and will be the liver and gallbladder of the snowflakes left to their own. I stood in this snowy snow, looking at the plum blossoms, praying for God's tears, even if only a drop; I prayed for the plum blossoms, please keep this spirit, strong; I prayed for lazy, not strong people to look at the plum blossoms, learn the spirit of the plum blossoms. Until one winter, the God who was touched suddenly saw these plum blossoms and asked: Who are you? There will be countless voices in the snowy sky answering: we are plum blossoms! Hope to adopt

Rose is beautiful fragment 400 words essay

Mention of roses, we must not be unfamiliar, it is its bright colors, beautiful posture loved by people.

Otherwise, how come mom likes roses so much? Roses come in a wide range of colors.

There are red roses like fire, there are white roses like snow, there are yellow roses like gold, there are pink roses like the face of Xia.

It is said that there are also black black roses, but extremely rare, called the flower of the best.

After a drizzle, the rose petals are covered with dewdrops, only to see the rose is decorated with dewdrops bright crystal, glittering with brilliant and eye-catching luster, beautiful! Roses in different postures, thousands, very beautiful.

Not yet bloomed flower buds are full as if to rupture, showing vitality.

Only two or three petals of the rose flower is like a girl's head of the bow; some like the shy face of the girl.

Full bloom roses are like youthful girls, so proud and beautiful.

When the breeze blows, the roses dance like they are showing off their beauty.

Roses are not only colorful and beautiful, but also have many uses.

For example, it can be made into medicinal herbs, made into flavor and rose oil and other cosmetics, I heard that the price of this kind of cosmetic was once more than five or six times the price of gold! Ah! Roses are so beautiful! How intoxicating it looks....

The Sun Flower There are many kinds of flowers in the world, such as magnolia, moon flower, rose, plum flower, chrysanthemum, monarch, camellia, etc.

But there are many kinds of flowers in the world.

But the flower that blooms the most and has the most colors is the sun flower.

As the saying goes, "Good flowers don't bloom often."

The sunflower is also a good flower, there are red, yellow, white, purple-red, deep red, orange ...... sunflower petals are single-layer, shaped like a plum blossom, and the core of the flower has a red color with a yellow dot on a black filament.

The stem of the sunflower is long, thin, soft and curved.

It has thin branches, dense leaves, and quite a lot of flowers.

Gerberas only bloom when they see the sun, and every day when the sun rises from the east, they scramble to open their smiling faces.

When the breeze blows, the sunflowers "shake their heads" as if reciting a poem and nodding to the pedestrians.

The flower buds of the sunflowers are red and the shape is the size of a soybean.

Unlike other flowers, they are short and round.

The flower seed of the gerbera is enclosed by several small leaves.

The flower seeds are as big as sesame seeds, and when they are ripe, they are scattered in the arms of Grandpa Earth, and after being nourished by sunshine and rain, they can grow and open up more beautiful sunflowers in the next year.

The sunflower's vitality is very strong, she sucked the grandmother of the blue sky to give her nectar, she greedily absorbed the earth's grandpa's nutrition.

The sunflower in the earth grandpa and grandma's care of the blue sky grows, the motherland dress up more beautiful, so that the beautiful nature of the icing on the cake.

In the evening, the sunflower is like a child who has played all day long, and is tired and relieved to enter a sweet dream.

The trumpet flower is also a good flower, it opens early and fails late, it and the sunflower seems to be a pair of good sisters, they agreed to open together, together into the sweet dream, never open early, early failure, together decorated the beautiful nature.

They selflessly dedicate themselves, never ask for the return of the motherland and people's appreciation of the sunflower, although there is no rose noble, chrysanthemum fragrance, magnolia pure elegance, plum blossom fragrance, but the sunflower has a selfless dedication to the spirit.

I love the sunflower, I love its tenacious and exuberant vitality, I love its selfless spirit.

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Proud Rose in about 400 words

Proud Rose One spring, a bird threw a rose seed at a cow dung heap.

The rose was a little uncomfortable in a new environment, she drilled upward, finally drilled out of the dung heap, saw the green grass, flowers blooming "carpet", tall trees ...... One day a painter saw the rose and painted it. The rose, it will be painted, and painted vividly, named "the world's first flower", in the exhibition also won the first place.

So the rose became famous, and people came to see her from time to time. She suddenly saw a pile of stinky and ugly cow dung at her feet, and she said to the cow dung: "You're a pile of stinky cow dung, and you're staying at my feet like this, which will only make me lose my prestige!" The cow dung heard this and said, "Ms. Rose, don't forget that it is I who provide you with nutrients, otherwise you would grow to be so beautiful and attractive?" The rose said, "Don't talk nonsense, it will defeat my reputation, I warn you again!" The rose, unable to bear it, went from the cow dung heap to a flawless white stone, and sat down on it at once, thinking, "Now I am not only very beautiful and touching, but also more pure.

But it did not last long, the rose's leaves began to curl and wither, and the petals began to wither, and the rose gradually fainted.

The proud rose ended its short life this way.

The beauty of the rose is amazing 400 words

When it comes to roses, we must not be unfamiliar with it, it is loved by people for its brilliant color and beautiful posture.

Otherwise, why does mom like roses so much? Roses come in a wide range of colors.

There are red roses like fire, there are white roses like snow, there are yellow roses like gold, there are pink roses like the face of Xia.

It is said that there are also black roses, but extremely rare, called the flower of the best.

Not yet bloomed flower buds are full as if to rupture, showing vitality.

Only two or three petals of the rose flower is like a girl's head of the bow; some like the shy face of the girl.

Full bloom roses are like youthful girls, so proud and beautiful.

When the breeze blew, the roses danced as if they were showing off their beauty.

Roses are not only colorful and beautiful, but also have many uses.

I am a rose I am a rose, a common rose.

I do not have the height of the tree, not the tenacity of the grass, but I quietly dedicate the color of life to the earth.

In winter, the cold wind, snowflakes, the earth is still asleep when I have begun to absorb the nutrition of the earth, ready for the spring bloom.

When the spring wind blew, the earth awakened, I heard the swallows urging me to get up early, I opened my eyes and looked, ah! Willow green, the water in the river sang happily, I quickly stretched, yawned, spit out the first petal, it is so warm outside, followed by the second and third piece, when I was completely open, the spring breeze stroked my face, like a kind mother, it is so cozy.

Grass for the mother earth put on a green coat, I want to mother earth's green coat embroidered with beautiful flowers, I quickly greeted the side of the brothers and sisters, younger siblings to the mother earth embroidery, they smiled and came, a few days of time to embroider a beautiful flower dress, mother earth wearing a flower dress, happy together.

The earth mother was our big dress of flowers, we think, mom is still missing a fragrance, coincidentally spit out the mouth of the fragrance, the earth became a fragrant, swallows smell flowers, chirping and singing, bees, butterflies smelled the aroma, quickly come to honey, the little ants could not help but exclaim: "Fragrant! The little ants couldn't stop exclaiming, "It smells so good!" Soon, the hot summer came, I gathered the petals, wait until next spring, and then wear new clothes for the mother earth.

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The giver rose, the hand has a fragrance, elementary school essay 400 words or so

Hello "The giver rose, the hand has a fragrance.

"Often heard people say this sentence, although I do not know the origin of this sentence, but I understand to help others, they will also be happy with the truth, because I am from a small thing, realize the meaning of this sentence.

One day between classes, I walked aimlessly on the way back to class, I saw a little boy struggling to jump up, I approached and asked, the little boy cried, said anxiously: "I jumped rope, accidentally threw the rope to the bamboo branch, how can not reach.

"I looked up and saw that the bamboo branches are very high, and the jump rope is on the top of the bamboo branches, so it seems to be difficult to reach the jump rope.

I decided to try, I listened to comfort him and said: "Do not worry, sister to help you.

"The boy was happy.

I jumped up as hard as I could, but I could not reach the rope on the bamboo branch. Once or twice, I jumped and jumped, but I could not reach the rope, and I wanted to give up, but then I thought, "You've already promised to do it, so how can you say no?

At this point, the little boy also cheered me on, shouting: "Sister, go!" I jump! I jump! I jumped! I jumped! "Almost there, I've got it!" The little boy cheered, and I finally got the rope, and the little boy said to me with a big smile on his face, "Thank you, Sister.

"His voice was so loud that the whole school could hear him, and he took the rope and skipped off.

Although it was very tiring to help him with the rope, and my neck and arms were sore, I didn't feel tired at all when I saw how happy the boy was and heard him say thank you.

On the way back to the classroom, my heart is very happy, like eating honey, I have the spirit, because I realized that "the gift of roses, hands have fragrance.

"Happy.

Who to give flowers to 400 words

Flowers for mom In life, some people want to give flowers to the "white angel" - medical personnel; some people want to give flowers to the farmers who provide us with food; and some people want to give flowers to the farmers who provide us with food; and some people want to give flowers to the farmers who clean up the environment every day. To the cleaner uncle who cleans the environment for us every day ...... and I, most of all, would like to send the flower to the person who works hard for us day and night - mom! Once, I was sleeping, suddenly, a kind of yawning sound woke me up, I secretly had to look out the door, only to see my mom actually knitting sweaters for me on the table! In this cold and windy winter, mom never thought of herself, but every time for me toil, for *** heart.

I was touched, "golden beans" in the eyes of the spinning, looking at the mother wearing a thin underwear, while yawning, while the flying needle walking line, I really a little bit of intolerance, in the heart of the call up: "Mom, do not knit a sweater, quickly go back to bed! " In order not to make my "golden peas" "pop out", I went to bed again, I was touched to the core, suddenly came up with a thought in my mind: in a few days is not the March 8 Women's Day? I send a special gift to mom, not a small return to mom? After a few days, the festival I had been looking forward to came - March 8 Women's Day! I got up early in the morning and thought about what kind of gift I would buy for my mom to make it special.

Suddenly, I saw a carnation-shaped letter paper on the table, I got excited, in this last moment of choice, I finally thought of what to send mom a special gift - a bouquet of flowers, a letter, but also attached a sentence, "Mom, you work hard, I love you! I love you!" The heart is better than action, fortunately, mom and dad have not yet got up, they can not sneak out without permission to buy flowers, simply write a letter first, I sat down to the desk, picked up a pen, spread out the letter paper, a breath of a long letter, well, at the end of the sentence attached to the "Mom, you work hard! I love you!" OK, it's done! When my mom got up, I made up some excuse: "Mom, I want to go out to buy an exercise book, I'll be back soon, okay?" Mom replied to me with a big smile, "Sure.

"Yes! Bugger off quickly! I hustled to the florist, went and bought three carnations, two lilies and two gladiolas, and hurried off.

When I got home, my mom was cooking in the kitchen, so it was a good time! I was busy with the flowers, inserted a letter paper in the middle, ran to the kitchen, and said to my mom, "Mom, you worked hard! I love you!" Mom was thrilled to have me in her arms, and I was incredibly excited.

I really hope that the children under the sky can send flowers and love to the person who worries about them day and night - mom!

A slight coldness passed through my fingers like an electric shock.

As much as a moment of *** brain nerves.

Then a deep red liquid object instantly emerged from the triangular shaped gap.

In the blink of an eye, it led a red army around and crimsoned the whole finger.

They celebrated their victorious encroachment where the red had gathered most.

They held a joyful assembly.

But, probably because of the number of gatherings, it was too crowded.

In some places there was a misstep.

Individuals who did not have a firm grip were separated from the group and fell tragically to the ground.

Dropping a strikingly bright landing mark ...... At this point, the pain has not been awakened, perhaps, it is still in the body somewhere deep asleep.

Blink down and find thought.

Ending for now to continue to stare dead at the flash of red.

Look out in search of a mending weapon.

Find the gauze.

Tightly taut at the source of the flow.

In an attempt to stop the red surges of malice, to imprison them forever.

Perhaps.

Maybe it worked. ...... Flash.

A hint of a reluctant hiss is caught faintly in his ear.

Is it because they are not happy that their only exit is blocked like this? The way out is cut off from the rest of the world.

The desire to explore inspired them to frantically knock down the barriers that prevented them from seeing the sunlight, making one impact after another. ...... At this point.

A trace of a little bit of red fruit really through unremitting efforts to penetrate out.

Seeing that some of his companions escaped from the gate, the force behind him worked harder and harder.

As if the companions of the front to give them courage, as has seen the sun, see the hope ...... A seed interspersed in the silken sentiments of memory drifted to the side of the ventricle.

The steady, silent germination, blooming in the heart of the trembling side.

The rose in full bloom is colorful and bewitching.

The beautiful intense red straight to the eye.

The eyeballs are struck by the vividness of the color.

People can not help but slightly biased vision, stretching out the palm of the hand to cover the spread of red.

In an instant, the air around the condensation spread to the top of the head, like a boulder straight to the chest.

One can feel the chest cavity shrinking ...... Whenever a stray thought brushes the heart.

The blood-red rose will always sway a little, a leaf dancing, swirling down the petals will be accompanied by the rose stem on the thorns piercing the heart of the blood rain drifting in the oppressive air ...... Rose Lyrics