Roses
At noon, I went to the park to play, and as soon as I walked into the gate of the park, I smelled a faint fragrance. I rushed toward the flower bed.
The roses had already bloomed quite a bit. The roses were tightly clustered, like a pretty little girl. Beautiful roses scurried out from the bushes, some bent over and danced in the wind, some tilted their heads as if thinking about something, and some slanted their bodies as if bowing to us.
So many roses, one has a posture. Look at this one, can be beautiful; look at that one, also very beautiful. These roses are not only beautiful but also colorful, there are red, yellow, blue and purple, beautiful!
I suddenly felt as if I were a beautiful rose, wearing a colorful dress, standing in the spring. A spring wind blew, I danced with the wind, colorful clothes in the wind fluttering, not only "I" a flower, other flowers are dancing, the wind stopped, I also stopped dancing. The birds flew to tell me the harvest of labor; the frogs jumped over to tell me the joy of catching insects ......
The rose is so beautiful! It brings me into a world of flowers, into a world of joy; it makes me forget all my troubles!
2. Essay on roses
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 and praise it.
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. 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 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 is sticky with pollen, emitting 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 flowers, but you have a special spirit, let me admire, let me move.
3. to "roses bloomed" as the title of a composition
"roses bloomed" gently swaying dream brook, silver waves, the moonlight dissolved, the rose fragrance around the pillow, can not speak of the cozy. I want to bless it, to say that I have come again, with the same sincerity as yesterday. For you, but also for the lucky, always willing to give my heart; want to say from all sides, like me blowing the wind of joy, I do not know how to sing, just because you have a layer of warmth will be covered with night. What a beautiful night, every star in the stars, and then warm and soft gaze at the heart, the air is filled with fragrance, followed by the nightingale's song everywhere spreading burnt, overflowing with friendship. Ah, roses, your thousands of soft gestures, no matter what season will not make me tired! I can't help singing, and I come to you again. In the morning, the power of day and light, the clear sky, the changing expression of your charming face, the charm of your spirit; in the clouds, the redness of the rose, the brightness of amber. With a little fragrance, cold with a ghostly warmth. This is the only thing I want to rest, to say no joy, no sorrow! The chaste flower shines in the shadow of the bamboo and the glitter of the metal utensils. Behind the veil as the moonlight brightly overflowing, with the morning mass into the last star's wings of light, diffuse dissipation. See it, I can not help but feel sorry for me is not the holy dream of it and regret .
4. rose flower essay 200 words (to write her beauty)
Rose is a very beautiful flower, its petals are deep red, the flower 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 the 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.
5. to "roses" as the topic of the essay
roses
I like roses I like roses I like roses noble, tenacious momentum of its beautiful and noble figure so that I y engraved in my heart Some say that roses are very beautiful but proud Some say that roses are very beautiful and simple. Some people say that roses are not very beautiful and smell very pungent, but I do not think so. roses are very beautiful, not proud and not simple, roses are tenacious, I like roses
On my balcony there is a pot of noble and tenacious roses, roses have stems full of thorns, roses have stems full of thorns, as if they do not want to let other people touch his noble "body", "the flower stems are full of thorns, the flower stems have thorns, as if they do not let other people touch him. petals only other flowers did not rose is surrounded by layers of petals to protect its noble "body"
Beautiful flowers should have green leaves to set off the rose leaves follow the rose open growth of a rose will grow one or two leaves rose withered the leaves will follow the withering of the leaves that a few leaves like a rose will wither the bodyguard and rose "bodyguard and rose". The bodyguard and roses "inseparable" rose leaves small green color on the edge of the reddish color a few leaves in the background can be out of the rose of the momentum
Rose of the tenacity of the rose from the rose of the growth process of my home balcony on the pot of roses will take a long time to open up a rose I said the rose lazy pot of roses
Rose of the tenacity of the rose from the rose of the growth process of my home balcony on the pot of roses will be a long time to open a rose I say the rose lazy pot of roses The rose has spent several spring, summer, autumn and winter in the winter rose rose evergreen in the winter, but in the winter of other plants are frozen to death, but only the rose in the winter no matter how cold or hot no matter how the wind whistles the rose has been in and bloomed a number of flowers rose's spirit is worth learning
The rose is a noble and tenacious flower I like the rose's "masculine" like it
I like the rose's "masculine spirit" and its "perseverance"
6. 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 beautifully in the wind. 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 fantasize that if the rose is grafted onto the grape, may grapes grow in the middle of the rose? I giggled and a funny scene 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.
7. Write an essay about roses
The rose 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.
The dense foliage of the rose, the flowers are 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 fragrant.
8. 500 Words on Roses
We have a beautiful park downstairs, and in the middle of summer, the green grass with colorful roses will be praised by people who pass by. I love these lovely roses even more.
When it comes to roses, no one knows, no one knows! 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 stand proudly; not like plum blossoms have posture, she, is ordinary and strange.
Even though the peach blossoms in March are pink and colorful, attracting many tourists, the white roses in the yard also make 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 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 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 her 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.
9. rose essay, to be more than 600 words
The brook 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, two halves are very different, half of the growth of a large piece of rose, the other half, just a single grass.
The seed, at some point, landed here. So, she started to grow hard right in the darkened 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, dripping 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, finally, she realized that she will always be the happiest one among the delicate flowers.
The brook gurgled, emitting a "ding dong ding dong" beautiful music. On both sides, there are roses growing in abundance. Perhaps in this, there is a most happy rose in the sweet smile.