The fragrance of roses is particularly intoxicating, it is not as fragrant as gardenias, nor is it as rich and heavy as plum blossoms. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info you have to come to it, smell it lightly, and a burst of refreshing faint floral fragrance comes to your nose. It's so light and elegant, it's intoxicating.

I love roses because they have a tenacious vitality. One day, my mother threw the wilted rose branches in the vase in the vegetable patch. After a few weeks, it turned out to be alive. The thin stems stood up again, the roots dug deep into the soil again, and the leaves were greener than before. Another time when I was playing, I accidentally stepped on a rose that was in the process of being planted, and I didn't bother with it. After 1 month, the seed that fell in the soil grew a small rose and new branches. The newly opened branches stand proudly on the branches, shining green in the sunlight, revealing vigorous vitality. After a few more days, a small bud actually appeared. Holding a few clear dew drops, tall and full. I was really amazed and touched by this tenacious vitality.

Rose, although you are not the king of flowers, you have touched me with your purity, beauty and tenacious vitality.

I like roses, I like the noble and tenacious momentum of roses, its beautiful and noble figure, let me deeply engrave in my heart, some people say that roses are very beautiful, but very proud, some people say that roses are very beautiful, very simple, some people say that roses are not very beautiful, and they smell very pungent. But I don't think so, roses are very beautiful, not proud or simple, roses are tenacious, I like roses.

On the balcony of my house, there is a pot of noble and tenacious roses. The stem of the rose is full of thorns, and the stem of the rose has thorns, as if not to let others touch his noble "body", the stem thorns of this flower are very unique, although other flowers also have them, but the stem thorns of the rose grow in style, and the rose seems to protect itself.

The most beautiful thing about flowers is the petals, and each flower is proud of its beautiful petals. Everyone knows that the petals of roses are red, but the petals of roses are very red, there is a color called rose red, why does the painter call it rose red and not other names, because this kind of red is only found in rose petals, and other flowers do not have. The rose is surrounded by layers of petals that protect its noble "body".

With beautiful flowers, there must be green leaves, the leaves of roses are open with roses, a rose grows, one or two leaves will grow, the rose withered, those leaves will also wither, those leaves are like the bodyguard of roses, and roses are "inseparable". The leaves of the roses are small, emerald green, and the edges are reddish-red, although there are only a few leaves to set off, but they all show the momentum of roses.

The tenacity of roses is evident in the growth process of roses. The pot of roses on my balcony is a long time before it can open a rose, I don't mean that the roses are lazy, the pot of roses has been through several springs, summers, autumns and winters, especially in winter, although the roses are not evergreen, but in winter, other plants are frozen to death, and the roses are left to insist, whether it is cold or hot, whether it is the wind howling, the roses have been persistent, and there are several flowers, the spirit of roses is worth learning from us

Roses, noble and tenacious flowers, I like the "masculine energy" of roses, and I like its "perseverance" spirit.

In a garden, there are many beautiful roses, and they all think that they are the most beautiful and happy. That morning, the sun asked the wind, "Wind, wind, who do you think is the happiest among these roses?" "I don't know, but I can take a look." Feng'er said.

At this moment, a kind old woman went into the garden, and she picked a basket full of roses, which she was storing to make rose perfume. Feng'er saw it and felt sorry for the roses in those baskets: "Hey, poor roses, their lives are coming to an end, but they don't even know anything!" ”

The old grandmother carried a basket of roses and went away happily. Then another painter came to the garden, and he chose the most beautiful rose, plucked it, and painted it as it was. This rose proudly and proudly said: "Ha, I am drawn on paper, it will never wither, it will never fade, I will always be so beautiful!" Feng'er couldn't help but advise it: "You run away, when the painter finishes painting, he will throw you away!" "No, it won't! It's clear that you're jealous of me! As a result, things were really the same as Feng'er said, the rose was thrown by the painter, and it said loudly: "Why? Am I not the prettiest? ”

In the afternoon, when the sun was shining warmly on the flowers, a beautifully dressed lady came to the garden, and she cocked her orchid fingers, plucked a rose and pinned it to her dress, and walked away. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and the roses were blown to the ground, but the young lady was unaware. Then a cleaner came, and he picked up the flowers, blew the dust off the petals, and carefully put them in his pocket. When the cleaner came home from work, he put the roses beside his old mother, who picked them up with a trembling hand and said, "Although you have broken the stem, you are still so beautiful and so fragrant." So saying, he put the roses beside his pillow, so that he could fall asleep smelling the flowers every night.

??? Feng'er saw all this and said, "This is the happiest rose!" Someone valued its existence and let it work. ”

Chapter 6: Roses

??? During morning exercises, school, and school, I can't help but stop to admire the thorny roses and smell the fragrance of flowers that will make people intoxicated in the morning breeze!

??? In a few days of 30°, the sky will eventually be foggy, and scattered drizzles will float, which will also bring people into gray.

??? In the morning, every time I ran through the wall of the community, every time I ran, I walked by, unconsciously, I had to stop, and watched Fang Fei move from the small building, drunk like many red apricots out of the wall, those blooming roses. Immerse yourself in the roses, smell the flowers, and look at the buds. Looking at Hua Lei, it seems that he has a pair of blinking eyes, showing favor to you! Looking at the gorgeous flowers, like a pink, yellow, white, and red rouge is revealing a friendly smile to you! Smelling the fragrance of flowers, the smile was written on my little face like a poem, and my mood suddenly changed.