We have a beautiful little park downstairs, and in the middle of summer, the green grass with roses of various colors will stop and praise the people who pass by here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I love these lovely roses even more.

Speaking of roses, everyone knows it, no one knows it! The rose is the object of my compliment, and I know that the rose symbolizes a long-lasting love. The roses are colorful, the red is victorious, the pink is like the glow, and the white is white and elegant...... But she is not as graceful and rich as Peony; It's not as fragrant as osmanthus; Nor does it stand proudly like chrysanthemums; is not as graceful as plum blossoms, she is ordinary.

Even though the peach blossoms in March are pink and gorgeous, attracting many tourists, the white roses in the yard make me fall in love, and a few small white petals form a small bud. When you get up early in the morning, the dew drops are rolling on the buds of roses, and the strange fragrance is overflowing, giving people a light and fresh feeling. When you peel it off, you can see that there are many slender stamens in the middle of the petals, with small pale yellow dots on the top. Rising and falling in the spring breeze, the white roses dance like little girls.

Ah, white roses, you didn't express yourself with bright colors, but you repaid the spring and autumn with a white heart. After a few nights, the roses were blooming. The flower is simple and generous, the petals are layered on top of each other, slightly rolled down, under the sunlight, the petals seem to be coated with a layer of oil, shiny and bright. The whole flower holds its head high, like a general who has won a battle. It greedily sucks on the nectar of spring and enjoys the warm sunshine. The petals have golden stamens in the middle, and the pollen sticks to the tips of the stamens, giving off an intoxicating fragrance, attracting a swarm of bees to "buzz" around, surrounded by butterflies and lovely roses. The wind blows, and the roses sway with the wind. Whoever passes by her feels her smiling and nodding at you; When you stop and admire her, you will feel the fragrance of flowers on your face, refreshing.

Ah, roses, although you are only a prosaic flower, you have a special spirit that I admire and move.

Chapter 2: The Story of Roses

???“ As soon as you come back, you sit on the couch and read the newspaper, no one helps me, and you don't know what to do when I die. Mom argued with Dad who was sitting on the sofa and started the roar of the Hedong lion.

???“ How dare you say it? This kind of trivial thing was originally done by you, what does it matter to our big men? Dad said nonchalantly.

???“ Well, since you're like this, I won't work anymore! See what will become of our family! Mom's face was full of anger.

???“ If you don't do it, you won't do it, and there is no shortage of one person in our family! Dad shook off the newspaper in his hand and yelled at Mom.

??? In this way, a family cold war began......

??? The next day, I woke up and looked at the clock and said, "Ah, I'm getting late!" Mom, why didn't you call me? ”

???“ I told your dad that I don't care about the future! "Ah, no, I'm a big lazy worm that everyone knows, how can I get up without my mother's call," Also, breakfast is in the pot, get it yourself! “

??? At the end of the day, I walked home dejectedly, trying to figure out how to end the Cold War...... As I passed by the flower shop, I saw a couple snuggling up and walking in, some holding roses. What day is it? So lively? I looked at my watch, and the electronic watch told me accurately: today is Valentine's Day. Valentine's Day, hey...... What's the matter with me? I just wanted to leave, and suddenly the little light bulb on my head lit up, hehe, there is a way. I walked into the flower shop and used my meagre pocket money to buy a rose stained with dewdrops, and laughed to myself.

Back at home, I rushed into the room at a speed of 100 meters, put the roses on the outer door, and closed the door. Successfully completed half of the section. "Ka Cha" Mom came back, I ran back to my room pretending to do homework, Mom walked into the room with a calm face, just about to open the door, only to hear a scream, then ran to me with a red face and asked: "Son, do you see who gave this rose?" "It's Dad, it's Valentine's Day." I pretended not to know, "the birds in the trees ...... in pairs," and the mother hummed a little song and walked away.

I successfully transferred the rose to the doorknob of my father's room with lightning speed. The show is about to be staged again, and thinking that mom and dad are going to be reconciled and reconciled, I can't help but feel happy.

Dad came back, still with a stinky face, and walked into his room, but Dad didn't scream, after all, Jiang was still old and spicy. But he still ran over, "Son, do you know who gave this rose?" I pretended not to know and replied, "Maybe Mom, it's Valentine's Day!" "I'll kiss you goodbye......" Dad hummed "Kiss Goodbye" and left.

The dishes that night were really rich, Mom and Dad reconciled, and the Cold War was over. But when there will be a cold war, no one knows...... Needless to say, I started attacking my talent, and then it was gone......

Although the rose is not known as the "Kao", it is intoxicated by its pure knots, beauty and tenacious vitality.

My cousin's small garden has many flowers, including begonias, apricots, and peach blossoms...... They are swaying slowly in the spring breeze of March and Xi, and some of them are budding, like a shy little girl; Some bloomed, enthusiastic and unrestrained...... The white is pure and elegant, the purple is noble and open, and the yellow is light and elegant...... One by one, one by one, in the spring colorful sunshine actually show their graceful dancing, and the scorching roses are the darlings of spring.

Looking at the roses from afar, like candles, the red flames are burning and jumping, smiling brightly and enthusiastically in the sun; When a gust of wind blows gently, it swings its soft body and dances gently, which is really a thousand graces.

If you look at the rose closely, it has some roots that are deeply rooted in the soil, and it looks thin and soft, but it is actually very strong. It doesn't take much effort to pull it up. When you see its straight stems, slim in the soil, do you fall for its delicate posture? Do you feel intimidated when you see its stems covered with sword-like thorns? Its stems are covered with leaves, some of which are thick and thick green, and some are delicate and verdant, shining green. Its leaves also have a peculiar appearance, with serrated edges. There is a thin groove in the middle, and there are patterns on it, like a small spoon.