Observe the rose diary

One day has passed, and everyone must have learned a lot of new knowledge. Why don't you keep a diary now? Let's refer to how the diary is written. The following is my diary of observing roses for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Observe Rose Diary 1 We have a beautiful small park downstairs. Every summer, the green grass is accompanied by roses of all colors, and passers-by will stop to praise it. I love these lovely roses more.

Speaking of roses, everyone knows. Everybody knows that! Rose is the object of my praise, and I know that rose symbolizes long-term love. Roses are colorful, red is better than fire, pink is like rosy clouds, and white is elegant … but she is not as elegant as peony; Not as fragrant as osmanthus; Nor does it stand proudly like a chrysanthemum; Unlike plum blossom, she is ordinary.

Even though the pink peach blossoms in March attracted many tourists, the white roses in the yard made me reluctant to go, and several small white petals formed a small bud. When I get up in the morning, dew is rolling on the buds of roses, giving off a strange fragrance, giving people an elegant and fresh feeling.

Peeling it off, we can see that there are many slender stamens in the middle of the petals with yellow dots on them. In the undulating spring breeze, white roses dance like little girls. Ah, white rose, you don't express yourself with bright colors, but repay the Spring and Autumn with a white heart.

After a night, the roses are in full bloom. The flowers are simple and generous, and the petals are layered and slightly rolled down. Under the sunlight, the petals shine like a layer of bright oil. The whole flower held its head high like a victorious general.

It greedily sucks the dew of spring and enjoys the warm sunshine bath. There is a golden stamen in the middle of the petals, and the top of the stamen is stuck with pollen, which exudes intoxicating fragrance, attracting a group of bees to run around, butterflies flying and lovely roses. The wind is blowing and the roses are swaying. No matter who passes by her, I think she is smiling and nodding at you; When you stop to admire her, you will feel the fragrance of flowers blowing on your face and refreshing.

Ah, Rose, although you are just an ordinary flower, you have a special spirit that I admire and move.

Observe the Rose Diary 2. It's sunny on xx, xx, XX, XX.

What flowers do you like? Maybe it's a beautiful peony, maybe it's a daffodil, maybe it's a fairy in Ling Bo, maybe it's osmanthus, maybe it's-,but I especially like roses.

Speaking of her, my thoughts are far away-in fact, there are two delicate and fragrant roses on my balcony. One is white, so people can't help touching her when they look at it. The other is pink, charming and lovely. There are many small thorns on their stems. Don't underestimate them. If you want to pick flowers, they will sting you like guards with spears. Let's talk about leaves again! The leaves are only the size of fingers, and the edges have small serrations. The color is fresh and tender in spring and turns dark green and dark green in summer. In autumn, the green gradually fades and becomes golden yellow, and it all falls in winter. The petals of a rose are not stacked together, but wrapped in layers. She looks like a shy girl in bud, but when she is open, she is enthusiastic and unrestrained, but she never lacks connotation, which is particularly attractive.

Roses can also be made into beauty products such as rose essence. If I were a rose, I would be lucky when I was born, and I would benefit mankind when I died. Why not?

After listening to my introduction, do you like her too? Then come to my house to enjoy the flowers! I like roses. I love her passionate lifestyle, and I also like her useful life after death! Rose, rose, when will you bloom again next year?

Observe the diary of the rose 3. It will be sunny in xx in xx.

I like roses. I like the noble and tenacious momentum of roses. Its beautiful and noble figure is deeply imprinted in my heart. Some people say that roses are beautiful but proud. Some people say that roses are beautiful and simple. Some people say that roses are not very beautiful and have a pungent smell. But I don't think so. Roses are beautiful, neither proud nor simple. Roses are tenacious. I like roses.

On my balcony, there is a noble and tenacious rose. The stem of a rose is covered with thorns, just like not letting others touch his noble "body". The stem of this flower is very unique. Although other flowers also have thorns, the stem of the rose is very stylish, and the rose seems to be protecting itself.

The most beautiful part of a flower is its petals, and every 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 did the painter call it rose red instead of other names? Because this kind of red is only available in rose petals, but not in other flowers. The rose is surrounded by layers of petals, protecting its noble "body".

Where there are beautiful flowers, there must be green leaves. The leaves of roses bloom with roses. When a rose grows, it will grow a leaf or two. When roses wither, so do those leaves. Those leaves are like roses' bodyguards, and they can't live without roses. The leaves of roses are small and green, with red edges. Although only a few leaves set off, they all show the momentum of roses.

The tenacity of roses can be seen in the process of their growth. The pot of roses on my balcony takes a long time to bloom. I'm not saying that roses are lazy. That rose pot has spent several spring, summer, autumn and winter, especially winter. Although roses won't last forever, in winter, other plants freeze to death, and only roses persist. Whether it is cold or hot summer, whether it is the whistling wind, the rose has been insisting and has blossomed several flowers. The spirit of roses is worth learning.

Rose, a noble and tenacious flower, I like the "youthful vitality" of rose and its "perseverance" spirit.

Observe the diary of the rose 4. It will be sunny in xx in xx.

I am walking on the bridge. Vehicles come and go around, pedestrians are in an endless stream, and three or two children are playing happily on the roadside.

At one end of the bridge, in an inconspicuous place, there was a dirty old woman wandering the streets. My hair is curly, my clothes are tattered, and my bare feet are black. I can see that I haven't taken care of it for a long time and it's disgusting. She specializes in collecting garbage for a living, and there is a cloth bag next to her, which looks full.

There was a strange stench when passing by. People spit her out and even beat her, and the children insulted her. Nobody gave her a good look. But she doesn't care. Maybe she's crazy, laughing all day. At this moment, she is holding a rose that comes out of nowhere and smelling it contentedly under her nose. She doesn't care about flowers and branches, and she doesn't care about people's contemptuous eyes. It seems that this flower is her paradise.

Just then, a child accidentally fell on the road, a car was about to pass, and tragedy was about to happen! Just then, the woman suddenly rushed to the child's side and picked up the child. The child seemed frightened and sobbed. The old woman gently stroked the child, coaxed him and put the roses in his hand.

A woman rushed out of a nearby store, grabbed the child, immediately kicked the old woman, scolded and shouted like crazy, and took the child into the store. That rose fell to the ground, and it was even more destroyed, just like that heart. Still smiling, the old woman bent down quietly, picked up the rose, slowly walked back to her original position and continued to smell the rose.

Ross, do you know what that old woman with you is thinking? Like you, she has a beautiful heart. You are praising love more often, but you are also praising that beautiful heart!

Heaven is desirable because of love. Should we also have love?

Observing Rose Diary 5 In a garden, there are many beautiful roses, and they all think they are the most beautiful and happiest. This 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 have a look. "said the wind.

At this moment, a kind old woman walked into the garden. She picked a basket full of roses, which was reserved for making rose perfume. The wind saw it and felt sorry for the roses in those baskets: "alas, poor roses, their lives are coming to an end and they don't know it at all!" " "

The old woman left happily, with a basket of roses on her arm. Then another painter came to the garden. He chose the most beautiful "rose", picked it and painted it as it was. This rose proudly said, "Ha, I painted on paper, and it will never fade, never fade.". I will always be so beautiful! " "The wind can't help but persuade it:" Run, and I'll throw you away when the painter finishes painting! """no! You are obviously jealous of me! "As a result, things really like the wind said. The rose was thrown away by the painter. It said loudly, "Why? Am I not the most beautiful? "

In the afternoon, the sun shone warmly on the flowers, and a well-dressed lady came to the garden. She put up her orchid finger, picked a rose and pinned it on her dress, and then left. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and the rose fell to the ground, but the lady didn't notice it. At this moment, a cleaner came. He picked up the flowers, blew the dust off the petals and carefully put them in his pocket. After work, the cleaner came home. He put the roses beside his old mother. The old mother picked it up with trembling hands and said, "Although you have broken the stem, you are still so beautiful, so fragrant and so intoxicating." Say, put the roses on the pillow, so that you can smell the flowers and fall asleep every night.

The wind saw all this and said, "This is the happiest rose! Some people attach importance to its existence and let it work. "

Watch the Rose Diary 6 20xx. It's sunny and happy on Saturday, September 8th.

Today, my family and I went to the flower shop to buy flowers. I chose a red rose, which is very beautiful and can express my deep love. There are four rose buds in the bouquet, which I like very much. I was about to take it, but I was stung by a thorn on the stem.

I went home to search, and it turned out that these thorns were to protect myself from being eaten by animals. I observed it carefully and found it was dark red and full of love. The buds are slightly open, and the petals are stacked one by one, leaving only a gap. The whole bud is like a shy little girl. I sniffed it closely, and there was a faint fragrance.

20xx September 1 1 Tuesday is cloudy and excited.

I came home from school today and went to the living room to observe the roses before dinner.

Wow, the bud has changed, and several flowers are different: some have just opened two or three petals, and some are shy and full as if they are about to burst. Yin Hong caught my eye, and I thought to myself: Those "contestants" who fell behind in the contest of letting a hundred flowers blossom should come on!

Friday, September14th, 20xx is sad.

These days, my rose and I have deep feelings. It's like my friend, always by my side.

I went to see it for the first time this morning and found that it began to fade. The withered rose lost its original luster, and its stem drooped slightly, looking a bit "hunched". Mom said that this bunch of flowers should be thrown away, and I was very sad. In my heart, they are still so beautiful, but the weather is a little cold. They put on black lace coats.

Goodbye, my friends, thank you for bringing a room full of fragrance!

A long time ago, there was a big garden in the backyard of Princess Godfrey in the United States. There are many rare, precious and beautiful flowers there. Every flower season, the back garden is full of flowers, colorful and colorful. Among them, a rose is unique in the world.

On this day, a bunch of green bristlegrass came out of nowhere in the corner of the back garden, stayed quietly in the corner and looked at the dazzling roses with envy. The fragrant roses drifted away in the wind, and I accidentally saw the dog tail grass. The proud rose looked down on them very much, and said in a domineering and dismissive tone, "Hey, where did you get such a pile of rotten grass?" I dare to stay in the garden without looking at what I look like. "The dog's tail grass is very angry, but it is suppressed by the temperament of roses, and the atmosphere dare not come out, so we have to whisper:" Why do you swear and joke? "Not everyone can be as beautiful as you." At the right moment, Rose heard what the dog's tail grass said, followed by a set of sarcastic remarks. Dog tail grass dare not, no, not too thin to say anything, because winter is coming, I just want to take root deeply. And that delicate and charming rose didn't take winter seriously at all, and its roots remained in the shallow ground.

There is always a time when flowers bloom and fall. Autumn is deep and winter is coming. That rose withered and hibernated like other flowers in the garden.

One night in the middle of winter, the wind suddenly blew, and the snow fell, uprooting the proud rose and blowing it to the edge of the dog's tail grass. Seeing the tragic situation of the rose, Setaria sighed and said, "Why bother? If you are a down-to-earth person, you will be fine! " "

The next morning, when the gardener was cleaning up the rose, he found several ice peas as big as beans on the withered leaves of the rose. Maybe it's the tears of regret shed by roses.

A very beautiful rose grows in the garden. It is very proud and thinks it is the most beautiful flower in the world.

Every morning when it gets up, it will tidy up its petals and let the rich floral fragrance spread to further places. Whenever someone comes here, they can't help lowering their heads to smell its fragrance, and then exclaim, "Ah! This rose is not only beautiful, but also fragrant. " The more people praise it, the more proud it becomes.

It even feels that the sunshine brought by the sun in the sky is for it alone; At night, the moon in the sky illuminates it alone.

After a while, the bird passed by it. It is called: "Bird, bird, you have been to many landlords. Have you seen my beautiful flowers? " The bird ignored it and flew away. After a while, another butterfly flew over. It also cried, "Butterfly, butterfly, you often shuttle among flowers. Have you ever seen a flower more beautiful than me? " The butterfly ignored it and flew away. Another bee flew in, and the rose cried, "bee, bee, you usually collect honey everywhere." You must have seen many flowers. Have you ever seen a flower more beautiful than me? " The bee ignored him and flew away. Rose felt that she must be ashamed to talk to it, so she became more proud.

One day, it suddenly found an ugly green bristlegrass growing next to it. It said to the green bristlegrass, "What are you? Stay away from me. " Setaria said politely, "I'm new here. I hope we can become good friends. " Rose said in disgust, "You are so ugly and want to be good friends with me. Don't even think about it. " Setaria was sad and bowed her head. It's almost summer, and Setaria viridis is busy trying to take root deeply every day, because the weather will get drier and drier, and there is not enough water. Setaria told Rose, "Summer is coming, you should take root deeply, otherwise there is not enough water for you to absorb." Ross ignored the green bristlegrass and was still busy dressing up. Soon summer came, and there was not a drop of precipitation for two months. The rose didn't have enough water and withered.

Observing Rose Diary 9 There is a lovely and charming rose flowerpot on my balcony. Do you know that roses are also the "king of flowers"? Bright colors, such as red like sunset, blue like sea and white like snow. But my rose is bright red.

20xx10 June 13 Friday is cloudy.

In the morning, the big red petals are very beautiful. Look at this, look at that. One is better than the other, and some are in full bloom alone, showing their unparalleled elegance gracefully. Some cluster into a ball, competing with each other to give vent to fragrance. But she is not as elegant as peony; Not as fragrant as osmanthus; Nor does it stand proudly like a chrysanthemum; Not as graceful as plum blossoms. There are thin and sharp thorns on the green stems. The dark green leaves spread out like small hands, as if welcoming you.

At noon, when I sat in front of the rose, I was attracted by her beautiful figure. A cool breeze blew, and I felt it involuntarily, and my hand felt like a needle. It turned out that the thorn on the rose stem stung me. This is a warning to me. Its thorns are not as thin as needles, but as sharp as needles. Rose thorns consist of thick tails and thin heads. Green prickly roots are a weapon to protect themselves from harm.

At night, these roses look more feminine in the light. Some are in bud, some are full of flowers, and some show lovely faces. The roses bloom beautifully at night, and the red flowers look elegant and solemn: the petals sparkle with pink and contain crystal water drops. generate is full of vitality, emitting waves of charming fragrance, which is really beautiful. Aren't these roses lovely? I'm sure you will like it, too!

Observe the Rose Diary 10 "What a lot of roses!" I was stunned by what I saw. Roses of different colors are intertwined, and the earth is covered with a colorful sweater.

Roses are soft in appearance but hard in heart. On the outside, they feel exquisite, but they are different! Each rose sister has some small thorns on her stem. Don't look at these thorns. I feel attacked by a silver needle when I touch it. Protect yourself with her hardness and sharpness.

Roses are very delicate and charming, with various gorgeous colors: red, champagne, pink and white ... Each rose has its own different appearance. Red Rose is a shy girl who just bought it. She opens a small piece every day. After a long time, Miss Rose will not be so shy. White and pink roses are different. They are generous from the beginning, unlike red roses, they are shy, afraid and unfamiliar with the outside world. Pink roses and white roses have been in full bloom in a week; Champagne is different. Not a petal came out for a week, and finally she was in full bloom, but her petals were so fragile that one could fall off with a light touch. I hope to keep the beauty of roses forever, so I bought some fallen stamens and petals and tried to stick the flowers together layer by layer to make them eternal, but failed.

Every day when roses should bloom, I gather around the flowers as quickly as possible, for fear of missing this most beautiful moment. I held my breath expectantly, feeling that the rose suddenly resumed its heartbeat and was still breathing hard. After about 5 minutes ... beep-the first rose blooms, and then all the roses bloom for the second time. Their spirit in full bloom infected me and made me almost cry at the most beautiful moment. Shortly after flowering, some petals fell off, and these wandering elves grabbed a colorful carpet on the ground.

All the beautiful and noble roses still swaying in the branches are more dazzling and brilliant under the embellishment of colorful petal carpets. They must be very proud of themselves! I think roses are the most beautiful, honorable, dazzling and glorious flowers I know in the world!