Title: The Legend of the Rose
There is a beautiful pot of rose on my desk at home. It is not as delicate and attractive as the moonflower, but its red beauty gives people a happy feeling.
You see, the rose grows a piece of passionate like fire petals, and there are five or six pieces of flower bracket below, like a fairy's dress, like a fairy's wine glass, like a group of red butterflies in a beauty contest.
Holding the flower is a dark green stem, stem with oval leaves of oil green, green, oval leaves, stems with thorns, that is used for self-defense, do not look at it usually gentle, beautiful, but if you meet those who do not love the flowers and plants, they are relentless.
Ah, roses you are so beautiful, I am y in love with you.
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2. The legend of the rose 300 charactersIn the era of the Roman Empire, there was a beautiful girl named Rhodanus. Her beauty attracted countless fervent suitors who pursued her persistently. Rhododendron could not stand it anymore and had to go to her friend Diana's temple to hide from her suitors. Unfortunately, Diana became jealous. When the suitors burst through the temple gates to get to their beloved Rodance, Diana, in a fit of rage, turned Rodance into a rose and her suitors into thorns.
The rose acquired new functions and symbols when it took root and flourished in Rome. *** During the period of peace, the rose embodied high morals and rewarded meritorious service; in the period of Rome's decline, it became the most evil of symbols was a luxury item that made the rich and powerful lose their fortunes. At that time it was necessary to scatter flowers over the sea. At a feast of the Emperor Heliogabala, in order to maximize the tyrant's satisfaction, rose petals were scattered from the ceiling, and countless petals drifted down to the attendees, and a number of guests were actually buried deep in the flowers in order to asphyxiate to death. Even produced a special industry: rose wreath compiler; also opened a unique rose exchange, there is a full-time engaged in rose trading broker.
The name rose is pronounced "los" in the Latin family. The origin of this name is found in Roman mythology, where Flora, the goddess of flowers, had no feelings for Amor, the goddess of love, and avoided him for a long time. One day, the cunning god of love shot her with an arrow of love, and from then on Flora fell in love with him, but Amor was so fond of the old that he abandoned Flora. Disappointed, the goddess resolved to create her own flower that could cry and laugh, combining sadness and happiness ***. When the goddess saw her miraculous creation, she was so surprised that she could not help but call out the name of her beloved "Eros". But because of the shy nature, the mood of excitement, she shouted into the "Los", the "厄" shouting omission, from this flower on the name "Los", which is why the English name of the Rose is This is also why the English name of the rose is "ROSE".
The legend of foreign countries is very sentimental, and China is naturally no exception. The story took place three thousand five hundred and forty-four years ago, there is such a pair of men and women among the many disciples of the Buddha. The man's name was Lover, and he was as passionate as his name suggests; the woman's name was Lover, and she was as gentle as her name suggests.
One day, when they were studying the Buddha's teachings together, they found two budding flowers in a small mountain, because they had never seen such a flower before and didn't know what it was called; they were both very curious. The man wanted to pick them, but he was accidentally pricked by the thorns of the flowers, and red blood flowed out; the woman took his hand in pain, and shed a tear, which fell at the same time as the drop of blood on the man's hand, and fell into the two flowers respectively. However, they were both Buddhists; it was impossible for them to be together, so they parted with smiles; the male went up to heaven; the female went down to earth! And back again he and she have better names.
The man changed his name to the Moon Lord, and he hoped that the woman would not remember him, but his job was to make pairs of men and women remember each other; with a tiny red thread in his hand; but how many people know that the tiny red thread was actually drops of his bright red blood.
The woman changed her name to Meng, she wanted the man to forget her, and her job is more fortunate is to boil soup, which is commonly known as "Mengbo Soup" with her bowl of "Mengbo Soup" to make a pair of men and women to forget each other, but how many people know that the bowl of "Mengbo Soup" is to make a pair of men and women to forget each other, but how many people know that the bowl of "Mengbo Soup" is to make a pair of men and women to forget each other. But how many people know that the bowl of "Mengbo soup" is actually a drop of her tears? When lovers and sweethearts are together, love is created. Love must have flowers, so the two flowers are, although they left the flowers, one is on behalf of the passionate lover of the red, one is on behalf of the gentle lover of the white, but they have the same name - roses.
3. Legend of the rose story briefLegend of the rose Today's beginning, to bring you a story it, in 1825, in the Russian Emperor Nicholas I in the succession to the throne, sent a general to escort the mother of Maria Feodorovna back to the Royal Palace of the Royal Village.
Afterwards, the general was walking around the neighborhood, and was surprised to see a sentry with a gun standing by the side of the road, but the place he was guarding was empty. He asked all the officials, but no one could tell him, only that it was a courtesy. Later he learned in St. Petersburg that the post in the Royal Garden had been in place for 50 years. It was established on the basis of an order "to set up a post 500 paces from the east wing".
Since the generals every time they came to the royal village to see the mysterious post, so that the courtiers and even the Queen Mother herself is interested. So the secret of setting up the post finally came out.
It turns out that the earliest order to set up the post was made by Empress Ekaterina II. One day, she found a rose in full bloom, so beautiful that she wanted to leave it to one of her grandchildren, so she gave an order to set up a guard around the flower so that it would not be picked by others, but the next day, she forgot all about it, and the guard post has been kept year after year.
After the death of the Queen, the rose bushes, of course, have long withered away, but the sentinels are constantly rotating in place. Long before there were roses in Russian gardens, there were many splendid and colorful ones all over the world.
Beautiful and moving legends. Just how charming is the rose and why is she the flower of love? Today, the theme-free space will take you towards the legend of the rose.
Legend has it that the rose was created by Cross, the god of flowers. In the beginning, the rose was just a lifeless seed. One day, Cross, the god of flowers, found it by chance in a clearing in the forest, Cross gave it life and asked Aphrodite, the goddess of love, to give it beautiful looks; Dionysus, the god of wine, poured it with divine wine, which gave it an intoxicating fragrance; and asked the three goddesses of beauty and favor to bestow on it charisma, cleverness, and joy.
Subsequently, the god of the west wind blew away the clouds, and Apollo, the god of the sun, was able to shine on it, and the rose blossomed in full bloom, and it can be said that its birth came from the blessing of the gods. In Greek mythology, the rose is both the embodiment of the god of beauty, and dissolved into the blood of the god of love, it is a collection of love and beauty in one, which is quite fortunate in the country of flowers.
It can be said that in the world, the rose is the universal language used to express love. The origin of the red rose, Greek mythology has a lingering legend.
Legend has it that when Aphrodite was born, heaven created roses at the same time, but the beautiful rose is only pure white, and the reason why there will be thorns on the rose branches is due to the goddesses of the Goddess of Love's innate beauty of jealousy. Aphrodite once fell in love with Adonis, a hunter on earth, who was a perfect man, handsome and brave.
Adonis had a passion for hunting, and even though Aphrodite tried to discourage him, Adonis refused to give up. Finally, tragedy struck when Adonis was hit by his prey and seriously injured during a hunting trip.
Aphrodite learned that the heart is burning, regardless of everything to run over to save him, the valley is full of roses with thorns, thorns cut Aphrodite's legs and feet, blood drops in the white flowers, stained with Aphrodite's blood roses, and from then on they bloomed a red flower. Eventually, Adonis died, Aphrodite grief, it is said that her cries, was made into a mournful and beautiful "Adonis elegy" sung from generation to generation.
Lamentable perfect God of love but has an imperfect love. Until today, when people express their love, they always choose roses, because they hope that when Aphrodite sees roses, she will remember the happiness she once pursued with her lover, and thus bless the mundane love.
In addition to this there is also another story, the legend says that the goddess of love saw a pure white rose while walking and thought it was very beautiful, so she reached out to pick it, but unexpectedly also in this moment, suddenly a bee flew out from the flower, the god of love was startled, so he rushed to shoot arrows at it, and from then on there were thorns on the rose. Not long after the day, when the god of love again reached out to pick flowers, but also by the thorns of the fingers, so the blood stained red flowers, roses have become red, but also because the rose has been the god of love blood stained, which is the most qualified to represent love.
A Persian poet said that the rose is a gift from God to the earth. Once all the plants came to ask Allah to appoint a new lord in place of the water lily, which forgot its duties as a lord as soon as evening came.
Allah responded to the request of the plants and appointed the white rose, armed with a weapon of self-defense, as the queen of the plants. Normally, if we look closely, we will find that the outer petals of some white roses have a pinkish hue, which is also told by a beautiful story in Persian legend.
It is said that the nightingale fell in love at first sight with the newly appointed Queen of Flowers, and forgot to embrace the beautiful Queen of Flowers, and the thorns pierced his heart at once, and the crimson blood gushed out from his chest, staining the rose petals, so the outer petals of the white roses are still retaining a pinkish hue. And in Indian lore, Lakshmi, the Brahmin and Hindu goddess of beauty and happiness, recognized as the supreme beauty, is said to have been born from a rose bud consisting of 108 large petals and 1008 small petals.
Vishnu, the Vedic god of the sun and master of the universe, saw this enchanting beauty and immediately awakened it with a kiss to become his wife. So in the ancient Indian fairy tale, the rose in India enjoys a special honor, and even the law is expressly provided: whoever presents the rose to the emperor, the right to the emperor to plead for everything they want to get.
At that time, the highest caste Brahmins used roses to decorate their temples and sprinkled brightly colored roses on the avenues dedicated to the main god. The splendor of the rose was also found in the ornaments of the emperor's chambers, and thus the rose was the most popular tribute flower.
(Xiao Xi) In the era of the Roman Empire, there was a beautiful girl named Rhodanus. Her beauty attracted countless fervent suitors who pursued her persistently.
Rhodanus couldn't stand it anymore, and had to hide from her suitors in the temple of her friend Diana. Unfortunately, Diana became jealous.
When the suitors burst through the temple doors to get to their beloved Rodance, Diana, in a fit of rage, turned Rodance into a rose and her suitors into thorns.
4. write a fairy tale around Sunday, by the creek, roses how to writeSpring came, in the garden of flowers, there is a beautiful rose, when people walk to her side, can not help but exclaim: "Ah, what a beautiful rose ah!"
The rose was proud of herself day by day as people boasted about her. She said to the dirt at her feet, "Dirt, you are so ugly, you do not want to be at my feet, so as not to dirty my beautiful clothes!" The dirt opened its eyes and looked at the rose and said, "You must realize that without me, there would be no sustenance and you would wilt before long!" The rose looked up proudly and said, "Without you, I would be even more beautiful and attractive as usual!" The dirt had to go to the sunflower.
A little while later, the bee came to collect nectar, and she said to the rose, "Pretty sister rose, please let me pollinate!" The rose opened one eye to look at the bee and said proudly, "Go away, go away! I don't want you to pollinate my flowers!" The rose refused her without hesitation. The little bee had to fly away to the sunflower.
After another moment, the rose looked up and saw the sun and said angrily, "Get out of the way! What a nuisance, shaking me can not open my eyes!" The sun said kindly: "child, you have to grow under my caress, without me you will ......" "Don't nag!" Before the Sun Gong finished, the rose snatched, "Dodge dodge dodge! Nuisance!" The sun public also helplessly left and came to the sunflower.
The sunflowers were cared for by the soil, the bees, and the sun, and grew very lush. But the rose, on the other hand, was wilting little by little. She was so sorry that she wanted to get the soil, the bees and the sun back, but it was too late.
The rose cried tears of regret.
5. Writing about rosesWe have a beautiful little park downstairs, and in the height of summer, the green grass with roses of all colors, people passing by would stop and admire them. I love these lovely roses even more.
When it comes to roses, no one knows who they are! Roses are the object of my praise, I know that roses symbolize the long-lasting love. Roses are colorful, red fire, pink like Xia, white white elegant ...... but she is not like the peony as graceful and rich; not like osmanthus as ten miles of fragrance; not like chrysanthemums as proudly standing; not like plum blossoms as a gesture, she, is ordinary and strange.
Even though the peach blossoms in March are pink and colorful, attracting many visitors, the white roses in the yard made me fall in love with them, with a few small white petals surrounding a tiny bud. Up early in the morning, dewdrops rolled on the rose buds, strange fragrance, giving people a light and fresh feeling. Peeled open, there are many slender stamens in the middle of the petals, topped with a grain of yellowish dots. Undulating in the spring breeze, the white rose dances like a little girl. Ah, white roses, you did not use the bright colors to express themselves but use the white heart to repay the spring and autumn.
After one night, the roses opened up. The flower is simple and generous, the petals are layered, slightly under the volume, in the sunlight, the petals as if coated with a layer of bright oil, glossy and bright. The whole flower stood tall, like a general who has won a battle. It greedily sucked the nectar of spring, enjoying the warm sunshine bath. Petals in the middle of the golden-yellow stamen, stamen top sticky pollen, exuding a burst of intoxicating aroma, attracting a group of bees "buzzing" busy, around the butterfly fluttering, accompanied by the lovely roses. The wind is blowing, roses swaying with the wind. No matter who, passing by her side, feel that she is smiling and nodding at you; when you stop and appreciate her, you will feel the fragrance of the flowers, refreshing.
Ah, roses, although you are just a kind of bland flower, but you have a special spirit, let me admire, let me move.
6. Write essays, about rosesGiving roses to others, hand in hand", from which it can be seen that the rose is a favorite flower.
Roses are particularly strong and long-lived, it likes warm climate and sunny environment, roses are more cold and drought-resistant, afraid of flooding, it is easy to plant.
The leaves of the rose are very dense, green leaves one by one crowded together, so you can not see the flower stem, and the stem is also full of small thorns, if you are not careful, touched it, it will zap you.
The dense leaves of the rose, open out the flower is also particularly large, especially beautiful, "the leaves and branches of ten million green, a flower of two colors shallow deep red", the color of the rose is particularly colorful, the most fuchsia, petals layer upon layer, beautiful, fragrant and charming.
I like roses, it is not only beautiful, but also has a fragrance.
7. How to write an essay on rosesThere are all kinds of flowers growing on my balcony. There are roses, moonflowers and cactus. Among them, I am fond of roses. I always come to the windowsill first after school to admire the roses in the pots.
The roses are swinging in the warm spring breeze of March. It has a long, thin, sturdy main stem, which is full of sword-like thorns that are intimidating to the eye. On its stem grows a piece of leaves, some of these leaves are fat and thick green, some delicate and verdant like emerald. The edges of the leaves are jagged, with a thin groove in the center, and a fine pattern of flowers growing on them. A burning like fire rose petals crowded, layer after layer like a red agate, beautiful. Some only unfolded two or three petals, some petals flower all bloomed. Reveal the pink stamen, enthusiastic and unrestrained. Some of the bud as if a shy little girl.
Roses have a posture. Look at this one is standing like a beautiful girl; look at that one is still a flower bud looks like it is about to break. When the morning, the crystal dewdrops rolling between the leaves, the sunlight glittering. Roses like a beautiful girl wearing a pearl necklace in the breeze to show their own dance, bursts of fragrance to the nose, refreshing the lungs, make people happy.
8. Rose essayIn the yard of a family, planted a beautiful rose, green stems have a dozen small petals around together, lovely. The mistress of the house loved the rose very much. Next to the rose grew a yellow and insignificant grass. For this reason, the rose often taunted it. One day, the sun shone fiercely and the earth was hot. The rose squinted at the grass and said, "Look, look, I'm so beautiful. The red petals and green stems are especially attractive! But look at you, you're yellow and skinny!" The grass argued, "Sister Rose, you can't mock me like that. Although I am not as beautiful as you, but I rely on their own strength to put roots into the soil to absorb nutrients, while you have to rely on the master every day to give you water to grow this beautiful and strong. To not." "Shut up! How dare you lecture me! No matter how solidly your roots grow, they are no match for me!" The rose said angrily and proudly. After saying that, it even shook its body intentionally, shaking off the dew on the grass, and then, it held its head high in the air. The thirsty grass thought it was raining and said happily, "It's raining, it's raining!" But as it screamed, it heard the roses laughing "hahaha", and the roses were laughing at it again. So the grass no longer pay attention to the roses, but vigorously put their own roots into the deeper soil, silently absorbing nutrients. The rose, on the other hand, shook its green leaves with vigor. After a few days, the family went out of town and no one watered the roses. The rose's leaves became more and more yellow every day, and gradually fell apart, and the petals lost their yesterday's luster. But the grass is getting more and more energetic every day, and its body is getting stronger and stronger every day. It turns out that its roots are more and more solid, has been y rooted in the soil. One morning, the grass was happy that its body is getting stronger and stronger, so it excitedly said to the rose, "Rose sister, you see! I'm as strong as you are!" But called for a long time, to no one to answer, the original, the rose has long been dead.
Rose with thorns
"Snap", a loud bang, is the sound of a broken vase, from the uncle's room. Waiting for me to arrive, aunt has been empty room, leaving only the ground full of wreckage and full of anger uncle sitting there. In front of my eyes, the story of a rose appeared again. Uncle was once a handsome boy. When he was in college, he was a starting center on the class basketball team. Since he was handsome and played well, he became the object of favor for many girls. Among the many female fans, Uncle noticed a pretty girl named Yun who was particularly striking. Her pulsating eyes always brought unlimited excitement to his uncle on the court. However, Uncle was timid and never dared to approach Yun to say a word to her. They only glanced at each other for a moment and then looked away - like two frightened rabbits - and Uncle felt his heart fluttering. From then on, Uncle had many things on his mind, but he never told anyone. There was only one diary, which kept the secret for him steadfastly. As graduation approached, Uncle bought a rose and put it in this diary. But he still didn't dare to go near the cloud. In this way, the rose withered and wilted. Uncle returned home alone with this diary and this rose. Uncle often said, "I could see it in that glance: she loved me." However, O uncle, how could you make the rose bloom brightly without the action and courage to water it? And now that the flower has faded, what's the use of being sad and regretful? From the story of a rose, I know: a good life, is to rely on their own courageous pursuit of struggle to create.
I hope to adopt! The rose is surrounded by layers of petals to protect its noble "body"
A beautiful flower should have a green leaf to set off the rose leaves follow the rose flower to open up the growth of a rose will grow one or two leaves the rose faded the leaves will follow the fading of the leaves the leaves are like the bodyguard of the rose flower and the rose flower I love the rose's "masculine spirit" and its "perseverance"
10. flower essay 300 words legends, and uses.
Peach Blossom Peach Blossom is the most beautiful flower and my favorite flower.
Peach blossom is nature's gift to mankind. Throughout the ages, people have been praising peach blossoms all the time, especially the Ming Dynasty writer Yuan Hongdao in the "Tour of Peach Blossoms", the description of peach blossoms is to give people a show of heaven on earth, I am every near the peach blossoms will be the peach blossoms of the gorgeous beauty and the character of the fall.
The peach blossom I encountered in April of this year was the most beautiful and favorite peach blossom I have ever seen. The white-pink flower crags stood in the middle of all the flowers, very dazzling, very much like a snow white princess in the flower fairies to tell the winter call.
The flower defense white in the green is her delicate, pink peach core show is her charming. Gently swaying in the breeze is even more beautiful, so that you can not forget a lifetime.
Leisure time I often stand alone in the open lake, eyes floating in the blue sky that flocculent clouds, the heart in the gentle spring breeze again and again to reminisce about that my favorite peach blossom, feel her beauty and enticing aroma. The peach blossom brings me not only the craggy, but also the pleasant and joyful mood.
Whenever I think of the beautiful peach blossom, I will remember that I kissed the stamen when she returned to my smile, will feel her with her beautiful petals caress my cheeks when the tenderness, she will let her unique floral scent into your nostrils into your heart, so that you forget all the troubles and depression, happy face will be full of youthful red clouds, completely intoxicated in the incomparable happiness. Peach blossom is our country's traditional garden flowers, its tree form beautiful, branch sparse, flowers rich, colorful, for the early spring important flower species, all over the country, as far as I know, China's peach blossom place is a lot of light, every year in March-April a variety of peach blossom festival competing opening, every time I hear a friend has been to the peach blossom, visited the peach blossom festival back, joyful and colorful about peach blossom of the fairyland, about the beauty of the peach blossom, my heart, my heart, my heart, my heart, my heart, my heart, my heart, my heart. The beauty of the peach blossom, my heart will say you in the peach blossom garden and peach blossom festival to see the peach blossom will never have I see the peach blossom beautiful, have the spirit.
I have put my favorite peach blossom into my heart, dissolved in the blood, constitute a part of life, so that her beauty, delicate, fragrant accompanied me all my life.