Rose 1 Rose Although the rose does not have the reputation of "the king of flowers", its purity, beauty and tenacious vitality are intoxicating.
There are many flowers in the park of my community, including jasmine and apricot. Some are in bud, just like a shy little girl; Some are blooming, passionate ... white is pure and elegant, purple is noble and gorgeous ... bunch after bunch, showing their beautiful dance in the colorful sunshine of spring, and burning roses are the darling of spring.
From a distance, roses are like candles, red flames are burning and jumping, smiling brightly in the sun and rushing enthusiastically; When a gust of wind comes gently, it swings its soft body and dances gently, which is really graceful. Let's take a closer look at the roses. Some of its roots are deeply rooted in the soil. It looks thin and soft, but it's actually quite strong. You can't hold hands without a little effort. When you see its straight stem and graceful standing in the soil, are you intoxicated by its charming posture? Do you feel afraid when you see its stems covered with small thorns? Its stems are covered with leaves, some of which are thick and thick green, and some of which are tender and green, shining with green light. Its leaves look strange, too, with jagged edges. There is a thin ditch in the middle with a pattern on it, like a lovely little spoon. Its petals are pink and the top is white. Some have stripes. Petals tightly surround the flower core, which is noble and elegant. Rose, although you are not the king of flowers, you touched me with purity, beauty and tenacious vitality.
There is a beautiful small park downstairs. Every summer, the green grass is decorated with roses of various colors, and passers-by will stop to praise it.
I love these lovely roses more.
Speaking of roses, everyone knows. Everybody knows that! Rose is the object of my praise, and I know that rose symbolizes long-term love. Roses are colorful, red is better than fire, pink is like rosy clouds, and white is elegant … but she is not as elegant as peony; Not as fragrant as osmanthus; Nor does it stand proudly like a chrysanthemum; Unlike plum blossom, she is ordinary.
Even though the pink peach blossoms in March attracted many tourists, the white roses in our yard made me reluctant to go. A few small white petals formed a small bud. When I get up in the morning, dew is rolling on the buds of roses, giving off a strange fragrance, giving people an elegant and fresh feeling. Peeling it off, we can see that there are many slender stamens in the middle of the petals with yellow dots on them. In the undulating spring breeze, white roses dance like little girls.
Ah, white rose, you don't express yourself with bright colors, but repay the Spring and Autumn with a white heart. After a night, the roses are in full bloom. The flowers are simple and generous, and the petals are layered and slightly rolled down. Under the sunlight, the petals shine like a layer of bright oil. The whole flower held its head high like a victorious general. It greedily sucks the dew of spring and enjoys the warm sunshine bath. Among them, there is a golden stamen in the middle of the petal, and the top of the stamen is stuck with pollen, which exudes intoxicating fragrance, attracting a group of bees to run around, surrounded by butterflies and lovely roses. The wind is blowing and the roses are swaying. No matter who passes by her, I think she is smiling and nodding at you; When you stop to admire her, you will feel the fragrance of flowers blowing on your face and refreshing.
Ah, Rose, although you are just an ordinary flower, you have a special spirit that I admire and move.
Teacher's comment: This article is well written, describing the appearance of roses clearly, with fluent language, vivid image, rich words and extremely rich imagination. Postscript: Every spring, roses are in full bloom. Every time I go to the small garden, I always smell the fragrance. Her unknown spirit is invaluable.
Roses are white, yellow, blue, red and so on, but this kind of rose is the only "rose" that I have ever seen that can laugh.
"Rose" in my heart-Miss Yang. She has black hair, a little blond hair and a ponytail, which makes her look particularly young and lovely. My eyebrows are covered with bangs, so I can't see clearly. Bright big eyes and high mouth cooperate with her smiling mouth, revealing a warm feeling. She is like a "rose" that never fades.
My "rose" thunders every day and keeps smiling almost all the time. But I think she has a small shortcoming, that is, she is not dressed very mature, like a girl. But it doesn't affect her. ...
I remember a few days ago, cold germs and fever germs attacked our fragile bodies at the same time. Most acquaintances are depressed because of discomfort, and even I, who is usually lively and active, have not been lucky enough to escape the clutches of the disease. I thought my "rose" would also fall, but her fragile girl image was like an indestructible body, unscathed. She said: "I have never been vaccinated since I was a child." Everyone asked in unison, "Really?" The teacher said proudly, of course, come on, I'll tell you the magic formula for reducing fever, and you should record it well! "Oh my God! Teacher Yang, a smiling rose, knows so much knowledge. It is really a rose with a smile and wisdom, and it is simply multi-star. I guess the teacher's smiling rose should also have its own troubles. But she still suppressed her troubles with a beautiful smile. What beautiful roses!
I remember my teacher, who often said that only "sincerity" can do it. It means that only by doing everything sincerely can we succeed. I thought to myself: maybe this is the sentence that makes our smiling roses live in happy laughter every day.
Teacher Yang is guarding the "smiling rose" in our hearts. I love you. It is your selfless smile that inspires me to move forward and gives me the courage to overcome difficulties. But now I can't be as strong as you, I can always say my smile. I can be a smiling rose like you in the future.