The rose, a very beautiful flower with deep red petals and little thorns on its stem, is planted in my neighborhood.
The rose stands up in the neighborhood. It has thorns, but it gives off a light fragrance that refreshes the heart. It also symbolizes love, just because it is very beautiful, the beauty of its petals are very demonic tender, very red, red represents passion, so it symbolizes love.
Not only it is in my neighborhood, gardens, parks have, it is best to plant in nature, because the appreciation is the natural beauty. If in the winter, the roses wither, I will be sad, but think: "Winter is over, spring will be far away?" In the spring roses will grow new flower bones again, and I'm happy when I think about it.
I love roses, I love beautiful roses!
I love roses, I love beautiful roses.
I love roses, I love beautiful roses!
Roses are particularly strong and long-lived, it likes warm climates and sunny environments, roses are more cold and 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, touched 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. Essay on rosesWe have a beautiful little park downstairs, and in the height of summer, when the green grass with roses of all colors, people passing by stop to admire them.
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 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 flowers, but you have a special spirit, let me admire, let me move.
4. Rose Symbolism Essay 400 to 450 wordsRoses Flowers Flowers are the creatures of nature, is a symbol of the beauty of people, flowers can bring us beauty, if there is no flowers, it is the same as a mother has no children of their own, flowers, how important it is to us.
My favorite flower is the rose. It is a beautiful symbol of love for people, everyone loves it, 99 roses represent the love of everyone.
The rose has thorns on its branches, you have to be careful when you go to pick it, or you will be pricked by it. Roses come in fuchsia color.
White ones. Pink ...... roses have a strong flavor and can be made into spices.
I once went to my uncle's house, saw my uncle's house planted a lot of roses, so I asked my uncle for two plants, planted it in the garden, carefully cultivate it, the rose is very strong, not afraid of the wind and the rain, strong growth, to add luster to the nature, for the people to do ...... I feel a headache, then I want to I felt a headache, so I wanted to come out to take a breath of fresh air, walked to the garden, suddenly smelled a very strong fragrance, ah! I feel a lot of spirit, so it is roses, so fragrant! I didn't realize that the aroma of roses can also cure headaches! Ah! Roses, I love you.
5. Write an essay on the symbolism of flowers to give praise Oh 100 wordsThere are many kinds of flowers, but each flower has its own symbolism. People can choose different flowers to express their feelings.
Eustoma - strong, when you are discouraged by the failure of the examination, because life is not good and melancholy, because of the loneliness and helplessness and sob, why not send yourself a branch of eustoma. Look at the bare and straight branches, the thousands of withered but still alive buds, do you feel a wave of unyielding? Whether you feel the hope of rekindling?
The cotton wool - warm, heroic flowers, extraordinary body, he opened in the brilliant season, the red flowers on the high standing branches, is open in the night of the splendor, symbolizing his vitality. Even death he is not dry ordinary, when other flowers for their own dying beauty and worry, he resolutely chose to die together, not as fine as the other. When you feel confused about the future, why not carry a kapok?
I'm not a flower lover, the reason why I know all these are long dead grandmother told me.
I'm not a flower person.
Her favorite flower would be the lucky grass, which has four leaves and looks very ordinary, so I don't believe this thing can bring luck. However, when my dying grandmother put a specimen of Lucky Weed in my hand and told me the language of his flower, I believed it.
The First Petal of Faith
I'm not a coward, but I'm also always afraid of not doing well. I remember once it was the turn of our class to speak under the flag, the teacher asked me to prepare, I was very afraid, always afraid to do a bad job of losing face. But I didn't dare to tell the teacher. I returned home with a frustrated mood, inadvertently saw the bedside of the lucky grass specimen. Suddenly, I remembered my grandmother's words: "The first leaf represents faith". Faith, right! I have to believe that I can do it, so I bravely stood under the flag.
The second leaf of hope
"It's over, it's over," I said, "I won't be able to make it this time. I was struggling for inspiration and wanted to give up on the sixth grade mini production contest. But Grandma's words floated up beside my ears again, "The second leaf represents hope." Hope! Okay! I'll fight as long as there's still one last second left. So, I made it to the podium.
The third petal of true love
In the activity of love for children in disaster areas, I donated my pocket money. Although tightening the belt for an extra period of hard times, but still feel sweet.
The fourth petal of luck
When my grandmother told me the symbolism of the fourth petal of the leaf, I did not understand. It was supposed to be lucky grass, so how come the fourth piece was still lucky. Until today, it never occurred to me that maybe he doesn't bring good luck by himself. Really bring good luck to people should be behind him that stimulating, thought-provoking meaning.
6. Seek essay on rosesRose - the brightest of life
The sun shines so brightly that people can't open their eyes, it is the messenger of summer blowing the horn of the race, the flowers are all surprisingly open, the rose opens brightly colored petals, the rose opens brightly colored petals, waiting for the rain and wind to wash it, and it's just like this every day. It is looking forward to every day, struggling, and finally, it succeeded. See the red like fire, beautiful like fairy rose? The bright red petals in the sunshine slowly stretch, the green with thorns of the root, the blessing of the flower is also so striking, and the oval green leaves, in the breeze, with the flowers swaying around, ride the eye, but also really a wonderful girl! So it became a gold medalist, and at the same time, people reached out their evil hands and cut off its dark green thorny stems without regret. The only thing it can do is to silently *** into a vase, silently bloom, silently wither. But it will also grow without regret, in the moment it grows, people with running blood planted it, and now, it also want to repay people with never-ending enthusiasm, it believes: "There is true love on earth." Otherwise it will bloom so colorful in the water?
Rose - the messenger of true love
Zhou Dunyi has praised the lotus flower "out of the mud but not stained, Maundy Lotus and not demon", Zheng Xie has praised the bamboo and stone of the bitter and persistent, the general public has praised the plum blossom of the rare spirit of cold resistance, I have praised the rose never wear out, I have praised the rose, I have praised the rose, I have praised the rose, and I have praised the rose, I have praised the rose. I have praised the rose for its undying love. It is not as ruthless as the cactus, not as serious as the lotus, it symbolizes love, wordless love. The love of family, the love of friends, the love of lovers, the love of teachers and students, want to say it, but have no words. And the rose is precisely this kind of love, representing love and be loved, tears and sadness, truth and devotion. Because it firmly believe that: "there is true love on earth"!
The rose - a happy man who smiles at the fall
"The fragrance of the rice flower says that the year of plenty, listen to the sound of frogs," the fall is here, everywhere desolate, that is the rose before the parting of the music; the rose's petals turn from red to yellow, that is the struggle of its departure, it looks up to the sky, it is the rose's petals turn from red to yellow, that is the rose's petals turn from red to yellow, that is the parting of the rose's petals. Struggle, it looks up to the sky, sad clouds, once upon a time, it endured heavy trials in the earth was born. Now, it must leave quietly. Thus, the rose petals drifted down with the relentless autumn wind, swirling halfway down, piece by piece, to feel the vertigo of flying, and finally fell smoothly into the land, since the beginning, the mountain exudes a charming fragrance. It can really be said: "Falling red is not an unfeeling thing, turned into spring mud to protect the flowers." It understands, it understands: "There is true love on earth!"
This is the rose, with a full-blooded and ***.
7. Essay on "Rose" flowersRoses and grass
In the yard of a family, there is a beautiful rose plant, green stems with a dozen small petals surrounded by a 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." 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.