We have a beautiful little park downstairs, and in the height of summer, the green grass with roses of all colors, people passing by will stop to 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 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 butterflies 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, rose, although you are just a kind of bland flower, but you have a special spirit, let me admire, let me move.
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2. Write an essay,about rosesGiving roses to others is a favorite flower.
Roses are particularly strong and long-lived, it likes warm climate and sunny environment, roses are more hardy, drought-resistant, afraid of flooding, it is easy to plant.
The leaves of the rose are very dense, the green leaves are crowded together one by one, so that you can not see the flower stem, and the stem is also full of small thorns, if you are not careful, touch it, it will zap you a little.
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.
3. Rose Essay 200 words (to write her beauty)Rose is a very beautiful flower, its petals are deep red, the stem has some small thorns, planted in my neighborhood. The rose stands up in the neighborhood . Although it has thorns, it gives off a light fragrance that is refreshing. It also symbolizes love, just because it is very beautiful, the beauty of its petals is very tender, very red, red represents passion, so it symbolizes love. It is not only in my neighborhood, but also in gardens and parks, and it is best planted in nature, because it is natural beauty that is appreciated. If the roses wither in winter, I will be sad, but then I think: "Winter is over, will spring be far away?" In the spring, the roses will grow new flowers, and I will be happy to think so. I love roses, I love beautiful roses.
4. how to write a rose flower essay 300 wordsOn the balcony of the second floor of my house there is a large water tank, in which a rose plant is planted, beautiful. Its branches and leaves are so lush that they cover the whole vat. The leaves were densely layered, giving it a feeling of vitality. I would visit it every day as soon as I got home from school, watering it and catching bugs. Sometimes I like to memorize texts and English to the rose.
March, it grows more lush, less than two or three days to grow brightly colored flowers, exuding a light strong fragrance. A breeze blew, the fragrance of roses is even more intense, so that people are intoxicated in the wonderful dream of roses. The petals of the flowers, one by one, layers upon layers, like in the stamen cover quilt like, flower pole on the green thorns of a line, it should be indispensable to the "defense weapons" it.
Summer, it grew more colorful than usual, red flowers, dark green flower stalks. It makes people have a happy feeling.
In the fall, the rose still survives, but the leaves are slightly yellow, but that's okay, I appreciate its beautiful posture just the same.
In the winter, when the water dripped into ice, the beautiful roses withered in the cold wind, and I was so sad that I said to the remnants of the roses, "My friend, we have to wait until next spring to see each other, and I will be very lonely without you!"
Rose ah rose, you will always be my good friend. Always and forever.
5. rose essay, to be more than 600 wordsThe stream gurgled, issued a "ding dong ding dong" wonderful music, the water beads also follow the lovely rhythm in the stone tap dance. A piece of thriving look. The brook separates the meadow into two halves, the two halves are very different, half of the growth of a large large rose, the other half, just a single meadow.
The seed, at some point, landed here. So she started to grow hard right there in the pitch-black dirt. She wanted to know what the world was like.
But she was disappointed, when she saw the sky. Across from her was her own beautiful companion, a large, beautiful rose. And she herself, after all, was the only rose in that bare lawn. She looked at herself in the stream, and instead of being red and ardent, she looked like she was in mourning. She sighed, for it was just herself!
At night, she looked at her companion, who was already asleep, and quietly dropped a tear, which fell on the edge of the calm stream. "I am not happy at all." She whispered. At that moment a little red fish poked its head out and said, "Beautiful rose, you have such gorgeous petals, such a lovely fragrance, and such delicate leaves, in what way are you unhappy?" "But look at my companions opposite me; are they not like me?" The rose shook her low-hanging leaves, and went on, "Around them, everywhere, are their companions, while I, on the other hand, can only be a flower by myself." "How you stand out as a flower by yourself blooming on this bright green lawn! Besides, you give people the impression of being so fresh and graceful, while they feel warm and exuberant. You're mesmerizing to look at. You have beautiful flowers and outstanding temperament, who else would be happier than you, and you? But you are still unsatisfied with your own happiness and want more. You need to discover the happiness you have instead of envying others." The little fish was getting more and more excited as he spoke, even to the point of jumping out of the water. The beautiful flower lifted her tearful face, looking more and more delicate, she looked at herself in the stream and smiled, she smiled so beautifully and happily.
This night, she slept very sweetly, because, at last, she realized that she will always be the happiest one among the delicate flowers.
The brook gurgled, making a beautiful music of "ding dong ding dong". On both sides, there are roses growing in abundance. Perhaps in this, there is a most happy rose in the sweet smile.
6. Write rose essayWe have a beautiful little park downstairs, every summer, green grass with colorful roses, people passing by here will stop and praise.
I love these lovely roses. I love these lovely roses even more! Roses are the object of my praise, and I know that they symbolize long-lasting love.
Roses are colorful, red fire, pink like Xia, white white elegant ...... but she is not like peony as graceful and rich; not like osmanthus as the fragrance; not like chrysanthemums as proudly standing; not like plum blossoms as a gesture, she, it is ordinary and strange. Even if the peach blossoms in March are pink and colorful, attracting many visitors, the white roses in the yard also make me fall in love with them, a few small white petals surrounded by a small bud.
Early in the morning, dewdrops rolled on the rose buds, strange fragrance, giving people a light and fresh feeling. Peel it back, and there are many slender stamens in the center of the petals, topped with a small pale yellow dot.
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 yourself 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 stands tall, like a general who has won a battle. It greedily sucked the nectar of spring, enjoying the warm sunshine bath.
In the middle of the petals, there is a golden-yellow stamen, the top of the stamen sticking to the pollen, exuding a burst of intoxicating aroma, attracting a group of bees "buzzing" to run around and busy, surrounded by butterflies, accompanied by the lovely rose. 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.
7. to a new discovery to write rose flower essay 450 wordsToday, I went to the garden, the garden is so many flowers, dazzling. I saw at once the roses blooming in clusters and clusters. I immediately ran over, only to see the blood-red blood-red flowers swaying in the wind, beautiful. The edges of the leaves had tiny jagged teeth, and the stems were covered with thorns, so as the saying goes, "You can't pick a rose with thorns." I squatted down and smelled it, ah, really fragrant! Its green leaves swing in the breeze, it is really lovely. The most fascinating place is its petals, it is red, I picked up a rose petals on the ground, take a closer look, really like a small pig's ear. The petals are very neatly arranged one by one, all in a swirl.
Mom told me that roses can be grafted. I fantasized that if you graft a rose onto a grape, might grapes grow in the middle of the rose? I giggled and a funny sight appeared in front of my eyes: the grapes are growing like roses, blood red, blood red, emitting the scent of grapes and roses. I ate them, "Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh". I yelled, "Stop, it's mine!" My mom noticed something was wrong and tapped me and said, "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" As if I had been awakened from a dream, I happily told my mom what I had thought of, and she laughed and said, "Let's do that, and try grafting roses onto loofahs first."
I was happy to urge my mom to go home quickly to try, it was a fun day.
8. Essay on RosesIn the yard of a house, there was a beautiful rose plant, with a dozen or so small petals surrounding the green stem, 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 grew 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." Yet, 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!