Give you a few references, modify them yourself.1 Early in the morning, I went to the park to play, as soon as I entered the door, I smelled a fragrance, I rushed to the flower beds.
It turned out to be the flowerbed roses have many colors: white as snow, red like fire, yellow like gold, pink like Xia ...... I chose a most lovely fuchsia rose. Back home, I stuck them in a bottle with water and sat at the table to scrutinize the roses.
The stems of the roses were straight and straight, as thick as a pencil, with a few small thorns on the side. The dark green leaves were olive-shaped, soft and thin, with serrated edges and forked veins.
It is still an unopened flower buds, budding it as shy and charming girl, smiling face with spring, beautiful. The next morning, it grows very fast, in two days, it can grow two or three flowers.
Each rose added four or five green leaves it grew very colorful, red petals give a feeling of joy, even if you have a big trouble will be thrown to the clouds. Rose is a plant of the Rosaceae family, its ancestor is the moonflower, and later and rose intermingled, it became the current rose, although the rose with thorns, but I am still the same I like the delicate and pleasant, fragrant roses.
2 far look at a rose, like a candle, red flame burning, jumping, in the sunshine, all smile bright, enthusiastic; when a wind gently blowing, it will swing up the soft body, gently dance, really elegant. Close look at the rose, it grew some deep roots in the soil, looks thin and soft, in fact, special solid.
No effort to pull it up. When you see its straight stem, standing in the soil, you are not for its charming figure and fall? When you see its stem full of sword-like thorns, do you feel daunted? Its stem is covered with leaves, some of which are fat and green, some of which are delicate and verdant, glistening with green light.
The look of its leaves is also peculiar, the edge of the leaf is like a sawtooth. In the center there is a small, thin groove, there are patterns on it, like a small spoon, especially lovely.
Its petals are pinkish-pink, and the tips are white. Some of them will also grow stripes.
The petals are tightly enclosed around the core of the flower, which looks noble and elegant. The fragrance of roses is especially intoxicating, it is not like the gardenia ten miles of fragrance, not like the wax plum flower rich and heavy.
You have to get in front of it, gently smell, a burst of refreshing light floral fragrance comes to the nose. It is so light and elegant, intoxicating.
I like roses, but also because it has a tenacious vitality. One day, my mom threw the wilted rose branches in the vase in the vegetable field.
After a few weeks, it came to life. The thin stem stood up again, and the roots went deep into the soil, and the leaves were greener than before.
Another time when I was playing, I accidentally stepped on a branch of the rose that was bearing seeds, and I didn't care about it. 1 month later, the seeds that fell into the soil grew a small rose, and a new branch grew.
Newly opened branches proudly stood on the branch, in the sunlight shining with oily green light, through the vibrant vitality. After a few more days, there was actually a small bud on top.
Holding up a few translucent dewdrops, upright and full. This really surprised me, but also touched by the tenacity of life.
Rose, although you are not the king of flowers, but you are pure, beautiful and tenacious vitality impressed me. We have a beautiful little park downstairs, and in the height of summer, the green grass with colorful roses, people passing by will stop to praise.
I love these lovely roses even more. Hope to adopt, thank you (* °?
2. how to write an essay about rosesWe have a beautiful little park downstairs, and in the middle of summer, the green grass with colorful roses, people will stop to praise. I love these roses even more.
When it comes to roses, no one really knows what 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 elegant and noble; not like osmanthus as ten miles of fragrance; not like chrysanthemums as proudly standing; not like the plum blossom 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. Early in the morning, dewdrops in the rose buds rolled on the desire to move, the strange fragrance overflowing, giving people a kind of elegant and fresh feeling. Peeling a look, the petals in the middle of a number of slender stamens, topped with a grain of yellowish dots. In the spring breeze under the undulation of the white rose like a little girl dancing. Ah, white roses, you do not use bright colors to express themselves but with a white heart to repay the spring and autumn.
After one night, the roses opened up in competition. The flower is simple and generous, the petals are layered, slightly under the roll, 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 had 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 tip sticky pollen, exuding a burst of intoxicating aroma, attracting a group of bees "buzzing" busy, surrounded by butterflies, accompanied by the lovely roses. The wind is blowing and the roses are 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, roses, although you are just a kind of bland flowers, but you have a special spirit, let me admire, let me move.
3. How to write an essay on rosesThere are all kinds of flowers growing on my balcony. There are roses, moon flowers, cactus. I'm a big fan 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 green, and some are 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, so that people are relaxed and happy.
4. red rose essayIn the center of the flower garden, there is a red rose.
The red roses here are all blooming as beautiful as the sun, as bright as blood, symbolizing the love of fire. According to the legend, once upon a time there were two little bees, a silly brother and a silly sister.
They grew up together, gathering honey together and living a sweet life. Their favorite thing to pick was the honey of red roses, because the honey made from the pollen of red roses was very sweet and sweet, with a hint of happiness.
"If one day I die, I would like to become a red rose. That way you can pick my pollen, which surely has the flavor of love in it."
One day the silly brother said to his silly sister; "Then how can I find you na?" "You pick all the red rose's, brewed into the sweetest honey pollen is definitely me". "Why?" "Because my honey has love for you in it!" The foolish brother looked tenderly at his foolish sister and said, "Then I will also become a red rose and be with you forever."
One day, a terrible thing happened, a little boy playfully caught the silly sister, the silly brother to save the silly sister lost his only thorn and died. The silly sister cried and buried her silly brother in the center of the flower garden, crying and crying and refusing to leave.
The next day, a red rose grew from the place where the silly brother was buried, and that red rose was the most beautiful in the flower garden, and its pollen was the sweetest. The foolish sister knew it was the foolish brother.
So it was the sister who spent the whole day spreading pollen for that red rose. Who knew that misfortune had struck again.
A young man, see this branch of red roses long and delicate, want to fold it. The silly sister lost her life again to save her silly brother and fell to the ground, dead. The young man was surprised that under the hot sun, the red rose was covered with dewdrops. The young man dismissed the idea of folding flowers.
One day later, a red rose grew next to the original red rose. These two red roses were as close to each other as if they were lovers.
Later, these two red roses became more and more luxuriant, and bloomed a large area. People like to come here to enjoy the red roses, especially young people in love.
Then later, the red roses bloomed all over the flower garden.
5. red roses that small short article wrote whatThat is a halo with eustoma color color colorful dusk, I rubbed the sore eyes from that lingering love novel looked up, the mind from time to time shook with the hero and heroine of the mutual love can not help but pruning roses on the side of the mother asked out of turn: "Mom do you love dad? " Mom was first dumbfounded, and then her cheeks flushed with red, scolded: "Dead girl, ask some inexplicable questions!" I saw that I couldn't coax any secrets from my mother's mouth, so I changed the way I asked "Mom, then what do you say true love is like?" Mother searched for a moment, carelessly and casually pointed to the bland rose and said, "It's like a rose."
I hold a cup of water hand a beat, see the mother a serious eyes, hastily put very dissatisfied with the sentence "this is also called love" swallowed back.
The next morning, my mother said to me in a weak voice, "Xin'er, I promised your father that I would make dumplings for him to eat today, but now it seems to be unrealistic, so you will go to the supermarket to buy some ready-made dumplings and cook them for your father to eat. Remember, to wait until he finished eating before telling him that I went into the hospital, your father's stomach is not good, don't ask him to rush to commit an illness."
I smiled and nodded gently, only to tell mom to be relieved.
After that, he went to the hospital every day.
These are the first time I've ever seen the world's most popular movie, and I'm not sure I've ever seen the world's most popular TV show.
When gently I pushed open the door of the ward, could not help but be intruded into the eyes of the scene stunned: Mom sleeping in bed, the corner of the mouth hung with a quiet smile; Dad leaned on the chair in front of the bed, a hand holding Mom's hand, the head of the ambush in the edge of the bed fell asleep, rising sunlight from the window gently and quietly probed in. It gently and softly enveloped them.
Everything was so quiet and beautiful, everything was drenched in the fragrance and luster of the soul. The clear sunlight on their faces made everything even happier, and made people sigh for the good old days.
It seems that I woke up my father. He looked up sleepily, gently put down his mother's hand, and tiptoed to the door, pulling me out.
Looking at my father's haggard face and bloodshot eyes already hard-working face flooded with a pale halo, I can not help but feel distressed and asked: "Dad, why do not you sleep in the companion bed?" Dad yawned as he said, "I sleep y at night, your mother has something and refuses to wake me up. Sleeping like this wakes me up when she moves."
I gently patted the dust and dirt on her face and said, "Dad, go home and wash up first, mom will be upset if you have a dirty face." Dad naive smile to buy breakfast, I sneak into the ward, a large bunch of roses loosely *** empty cans and bottles, a fragrance suddenly filled the air.
I royally thought: mom in the fragrance of this flower gladly opened his eyes how poetic ah, and then laughed at myself simply has been incorrigible "play" French Romantic. I'm not sure if I've ever seen a woman with a pair of sober eyes, but I'm sure I've seen a woman with a pair of sober eyes, but I've never seen a woman with a pair of sober eyes.
I was puzzled and asked, "Mom, what's going on?" "Your father ambled over to the bed and fell asleep. I was afraid to startle him and did not dare to move.
Unconsciously, hands and feet are numb." Mom" coy smile so simple, plain words, but made me quietly shed tears, perhaps I somewhat understand what true love.
In the mist of tears, the clusters of roses are more white and pure. It sends a wisp of fragrance, curling into our hearts, and lingering.
The white rose is not the language of the flower is not a proof of the promise of love? Love, pure as this; love, penetrating as water! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a pair of roses, and you'll be able to get them back.
6. How to write a rose composition 300 words fourth gradeRose, the plant is thorny, also known as the thorn rose, belongs to the Rosaceae deciduous bushy shrubs. Roses are native to China, and are more widely cultivated in Shandong, Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Guangdong, Ningxia and Gansu.
Rose stems and branches are gray-brown, densely bristly and barbed. The leaves are odd-pinnate, with 5-9 leaflets, 2-5 cm long, elliptic. The leaf blade is smooth and wrinkled, dark green, glossy, thicker, abaxially with prickly hairs, gray-green, and the stipules are mostly attached to the petiole. Flowers solitary or clustered, mostly purple, fragrant. Flower diameter 6-8 cm, bloom period April-May, fruit compressed spherical, brick red. The plant can reach a height of 1-2 meters.
There are many varieties of roses, common cultivars are purple rose, purple flowers, red rose, red flowers; white roses, white flowers; heavy purple rose, purple flowers, heavy petals, strong fragrance; heavy white roses, white flowers, heavy
How to cultivate and manage roses?
Roses are sun-loving, cold-tolerant, drought-resistant, and prefer cooler climates, with a suitable growing temperature of 15-25 degrees. Roses are adaptable, not strict on soil requirements, grow well in fertile neutral or slightly acidic light loam, bloom more. Before planting, the hole should be fertilized with rotted organic fertilizer as the base fertilizer, and then four times a year, namely: February-March, a germination fertilizer, a flowering fertilizer before the flowering; after the flower Xiexie, a post-flowering fertilizer, in order to enhance the plant's growth; before winter, when the leaves fall, an overwintering fertilizer, the amount of which can be a little bit more, which is beneficial to raising the temperature of the ground, so that the plant can safely survive the winter. Potted roses, to every 10 days a rotting liquid fertilizer is appropriate.
Rose drought intolerant, such as flooding for a long time. The lower leaves of the plant will fall off, and even cause plant death. Ground rose usually usually do not need to water, just in the early spring and the dry season can be appropriate to water some. Potted roses can be watered once every 2-3 days, and should be watered every day in hot summer.
The rose is not only a beautiful flower, but also a valuable economic plant. Its flowers can not only be used as a variety of candied fruit with fragrant raw materials, but also can be extracted from the flavor and rose oil. In the international market, the value of rose oil is also quite high. Roses should be plucked in time when they bloom, if not, they will only bloom once a year, the more times they are plucked, the more times they bloom. Picking flowers is generally open at dawn every day, picking buds just open ring-shaped good; if the flower full bloom heart is yellow, can still be picked; if the flower full bloom heart becomes red, the quality is poorer.
Roses generally bloom on the current year's branches, and frequent pruning can make the plant grow vigorously, luxuriant flowers and leaves, the tree shape is beautiful, and can prolong the flowering years. Pruning can be done before flowering or during the dormant period.
7. Composition "I am a rose" how to writeHome at noon, passing by the "autumn water Yi Ren", attracted by a dark pink cotton jacket, hanging there, like a blooming rose.
I couldn't help but stop and buy it for myself. Maybe I'm not the right person to wear such brightly colored clothes, but, seeing the brand, I still like it.
The so-called Izzy, on the other side of the sky. To this old poem.
In the afternoon, I wore it to work. Busy work gap, look at it quietly hanging on the wall of the office, like in a trance seems to be a lotus flower, open in the pool of the Five Temple, "reflecting the sun lotus red", brother, your voice seems to be still echoing in the ear.
Twenty days. From seeing you, leaving you, to now, there are twenty days.
Perhaps, for you, I fell from the sky, and flew back to the far side, and your other friends from afar is no different, ordinary as the air flying a falling leaf. And I...
And my feeling.
And I feel like I've been through a life and a death.
My fragile life, almost unbearable. I would not have understood.
Originally a small grass living in the north of Serbia. Brother, it was you who transformed me into a southern lotus.
Reflecting the sun, a different red lotus. Under the warm sunshine of your south, I bloomed, flavorful, petals as bright as roses, bright, fresh.
But. I have to go back to the north after all.
Fly to fly back, just two days, from winter to summer, from summer to winter. I am vulnerable.
The trip to the South China Sea, knowing that it would only accelerate my weakening, but still went. As a life and death experience.
Surprise, gratitude, sadness. I have all the unspeakable feelings, always in the bottom of my heart.
Brother, I know, I believe, you are the same, otherwise, how could, always in the same night, although miles apart, but at the same time in the dream crying? At seventeen o'clock, on the way home, the sky drifted up snowflakes. Only a moment, the ground has accumulated a thick layer.
The orange light dyed the night sky orange, very warm. Millions of snowflakes, flying down from the air, bright and shiny, just fluttering in this orange-colored world, falling on my pink coat and hat, my black boots stepped out a line of deep and clear footprints on the snow, and my heart was full of touching, as if, walking on your seashore, your beach.
As if you are smiling at me and said, reflecting the sun, lotus flowers, a different red. A large snowflake, just around the side of the dance, like millions of rose petals in the flutter.
Such a beautiful world of snow, how can not think of you? How can you not be warm when you think of you? Pick up your phone: brother, it is snowing, so big snow. I'm not going to be able to do that. Your voice in the ear: really envious ah, very beautiful it? I know you at this time, is your southern green bushes smile, or, you stand on the beach, coconut wind blowing your hair, your eyes must be full of laughter.
You once told me that hearing my voice every day is your happiest moment. You once told me that for me, you have been pining for a disease, but my nice voice can heal the wounds.
Yes, so beautiful, I shouted in the snow, know what? I'm wearing a rose-colored dress today! Hmmm, pretty? Beautiful! I shouted. In fact, I know I'm definitely not pretty enough, but I'm willing to tell you, brother, that I'm beautiful in the snow, when I think of you.
I grew up living in a greenhouse,, every day I can enjoy the gardener brother of my special care, peace of mind to draw the soil uncle moisturized by the nutrition, and dew girl for me to dress up. I am different flowers! One day, the petunia mother hugged me, quietly, lovingly said to me: "in your very small, very small, is still just a flower buds, the gardener brother said that you 'the most beautiful flowers, after blooming is certainly not ordinary'.
Hey, it's really good, it's really as beautiful as the sky ah!" After listening to the words of the petunia mother, I can not help but blossom, proudly raised his head, complacent, said: "That's certainly, do you just now know?" Just then, the bees fluttered their wings, humming a little song, carrying a small bucket, excited to collect honey. The sunflowers, the lilies, the stars, they all greeted the bees warmly and spread their petals so that they could collect honey.
At this time, not far away, a bee greeted me: "Hello! Lovely Ms. Red Rose!" Hmph! I'm not going to eat that! I raised my mouth, turned my head and ignored him. Suddenly, he buzzed at me, trying to do something.
I stared at him nervously, fearing that his long, sharp needles might hurt my delicate body, and gathered my bright red petals together in panic. "What do you want?" I screamed in disbelief.
"I-I ...." He replied, also panicked, "I want to pick pollen!" I was furious and yelled angrily, "Who are you? You still want to take my honey, you don't want to!" He was probably scared silly by me, staring at me blankly, not daring to move, and could not speak ....... Seeing that he still refused to go, I became even more angry, and said in a voice with a sobbing tone of grievance, "How ......woo..... you How this ...... ooo...... like this ah ......" "But, but . . ugh!" He ceased to speak, and, with his head bowed, sighed, and flew away dejectedly. Rain, drizzling down; wind, gently calling the earth; fog, quietly shrouded the whole world.
I enjoyed the wind blowing in my face, danced in the fog, and let the raindrops tick down on my petals, which was my poetic life. But it didn't last long, and I began to wither, and the time of praise and joy that used to belong to me grew dimmer by the day.
After a few days, my body even began to blacken! In the face of all this, I was heartbroken. I asked Mother Petunia to hug me, but she pushed me away in disgust. I asked the bees to come and collect the honey, but they all rejected me and dropped the sentence: "Where is the honey?" and flew away without looking back. and flew away without looking back.
I hid in the corner alone and cried, I regret, should not be so proud and conceited, should not be angry with the bees, should not ..... Brother Gardener came! He uprooted me mercilessly. I cried out, "Don't! Don't!" He had already thrown me into the trash.
Before I died, I sighed helplessly, "I didn't realize that what pride and conceit had brought me was one.
8. Seek red rose flower composition, focus on writing petals, stamens, branches, leaves, less than two hundred wordsThe flowers that open throughout the year are uncountable, there are the spring flowers that announce the spring, there are standing lotus, there are fragrant osmanthus, and there are red plums that defy the cold ...... But my favorite is still the elegant and gorgeous red rose.
There is a red rose on my balcony. At first this red rose was moved from the grandmother's home, just take home is drooping, as if a shy little girl, do not dare to come out to see people. I thought it couldn't grow, so I casually kept it in a large cup. The next day, the red rose actually raised its head, head high, full of vigor, more than the general of the war, and also grew some like "beard" like fine teeth, the wind blew, the red rose touched the "beard" rest. Red roses have a piece of passion like fire petals, like a fairy's dress. Their stems have a little thorns, used to protect themselves. Petals feel soft, like a quilt, as if a flower fairy sleeping inside.
After a week, the red rose's little thorns are getting harder and harder, if you touch it, it will hit you hard, so that you dare not bully it later. The red rose is wearing a deep red dress, being illuminated by the sun, dancing beautifully, how beautiful it is! There are many uses for red roses, they can be ornamental, and they can also be used to make tea. When I grow up, I want to plant a large area of roses. Among the many exotic flowers, I like the red rose best.
9. 以我喜欢红玫瑰为题,200字左右的小作文In my living room there is a bunch of colorful red roses.
I picked up a rose and observed it carefully: the rose's branches are straight and look quite spiritual. I heard my mom say that when the rose grows in the soil, it has many small thorns on its branches. Its thorns are deep red, like blood-stained needles. Its stem was green again, red and green, very conspicuous. Now the thorns on its branches have been cut off, but there are still many fine thorns around the jagged leaves, and though the thorns are small, it still hurts to be pricked by them. The color of the leaves is very strange, the front is dark green, the reverse is light green, there is a symmetrical pattern inside.
Most striking of all is the delicate flower. The flower is made up of layers and layers of petals. Its red petals are also covered with cotton-like fluff and have fine lines on them. The color of the flower is as red as fire, as bright as the sun, but also with a light fragrance. Although the rose is thorny, but its beauty is very attractive. I love this beautiful red rose.
10. write essay on how to write the look of plant rosesMention of roses, we must not be unfamiliar, it is with its bright colors, beautiful posture loved by people. Why else would mom like roses so much?
The colors of roses are many and brilliant. There are red roses like fire, white roses like snow, yellow roses like gold, yellow roses, like the face of the pink roses. It is said that there are also black roses, but they are extremely rare, and are the best of the best. After a drizzle, the petals of roses are covered with dewdrops, and the roses are embellished with dewdrops, glittering with a brilliant and eye-catching luster, beautiful!
The roses come in thousands of different shapes and sizes, and are very beautiful. Not yet opened the flower bones are full as if to rupture, showing vitality. Only open two or three petals of the rose flower like a girl's head of the bow; like the shy face of the girl. Full bloom roses like youthful girls, so proud and beautiful. A breeze blew, roses on the side of the dance, as if in the show off their own beauty.
Roses are not only colorful and beautiful, but also have a lot of 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 once more than five or six times the price of gold it!
Ah! The rose is so beautiful! It looks how intoxicated ah!
The rose is so beautiful.