We have one downstairs A beautiful small park. Every midsummer, the green grass is decorated with roses of various colors. People passing by here will stop and praise it. I love these lovely roses even more.
When it comes to roses, everyone knows about them! Roses are the object of my praise. I know that roses symbolize long-lasting love. Roses are colorful, red as fire, pink as clouds, and white as pure and elegant...but they are not as graceful and rich as peonies; not as fragrant as sweet-scented osmanthus; nor as proud as chrysanthemums; She is not as graceful as plum blossoms, she is ordinary and unremarkable.
Even though the peach blossoms in March are pink and gorgeous, attracting many tourists, the white roses in the yard also make me reluctant to leave. A few small white petals surround a small bud. When you wake up early in the morning, dewdrops are rolling on the rose buds, and the fragrance is overflowing, giving people a sense of elegance and freshness. Peel it open and you will see that there are many slender stamens in the middle of the petals, with small light yellow dots on top. Ups and downs in the spring breeze, white roses dance like a little girl. Ah, white rose, you did not express yourself with gorgeous colors but repaid the Spring and Autumn Period with your pure white heart.
After one night, the roses bloomed one after another. The flower is simple and elegant, with petals stacked on top of each other and rolled down slightly. Under the sunlight, the petals seem to be coated with a layer of clear oil, shiny and bright. The whole flower holds its head high, like a general who has won a battle. It greedily sucks the dew of spring and enjoys the warm sunshine. There are golden stamens in the middle of the petals, and pollen is stuck to the top of the stamens, exuding bursts of intoxicating fragrance, attracting a group of bees to buzz around, and butterflies are flying around, accompanied by lovely roses. The wind blew, and the roses swayed in the wind. No matter who passes by her, you will feel that she is smiling and nodding towards you; when you stop and admire her, you will feel the fragrance of flowers blowing towards your face, refreshing.
Ah, rose, although you onlyYou are an ordinary flower, but you have a special spirit that makes me admire and move me
