On the balcony of my house Various flowers are planted. There are roses, roses, cacti... Among them, roses are my favorite. After school, I always go to the window sill first to admire the roses in the pots.
The roses sway slowly in the warm spring breeze of March. It has a slender and strong main stem, which is covered with sword-like thorns, which is daunting. There are leaves growing on its stems. Some of these leaves are thick and dark green, and some are as delicate and green as emerald. The edges of the leaves are like sawtooth shapes, with a thin groove in the middle and fine patterns on them. The petals of the burning roses are squeezed together and layered like red agates, which is extremely beautiful. Some have only two or three petals, and some have all the petals in full bloom. The pink stamens are exposed, warm and unrestrained. Some are as budding as a shy little girl.
The posture of one rose after another. Look at this one, which is as graceful as a beautiful girl; look at that one, its still a flower bone. It looks like its about to burst. When it is early in the morning, crystal dewdrops roll between the leaves and sparkle in the sun. The roses are like a beautiful girl wearing a pearl necklace, showing off her dancing posture in the breeze. Waves of fragrance come to the nostrils, refreshing and refreshing.
I suddenly felt like I was a rose, wearing bright red clothes, standing in the sunshine. A breeze blew, and I danced gracefully, my bright red clothes fluttering in the wind. After a while, I felt like I had turned into a small dewdrop, crawling and rolling on the petals, getting into its branches and moistening it. A breeze blew by, emitting a faint fragrance, and I seemed to have turned into a little butterfly dancing and playing with the bees on the petals...
Suddenly, my back I was hit hard on my chest, and when I looked back I saw that it was my naughty brother who woke me up from my dream. Then I remembered that I was not a rose, I was looking at roses.
I love this fragrant rose, although it does not have the "King of Flowers" like peonies.o; is not as fragrant as the sweet-scented osmanthus. But its purity and beauty moved me deeply.
