Beautiful prose describing roses

What essays about roses have you read? The following is a beautiful prose description of rose flowers that I compiled. Welcome to read it! Rose flowers fall and people die

A woman in a pink skirt walked alone in the alley, walking lightly, but her embroidered shoes embroidered with blossoming roses still inevitably got some spring mud, but he didn't seem to care. After passing through an unknown number of alleys and turning a few corners, a cluster of roses suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. They actually appeared from the corner of the house in that alley to the outside of the corner. The woman paused and wanted to continue moving forward. The broken flowers fell innocently in front of me. Perhaps she didn't want her muddy shoes to stain the little petal, so the woman slowly bent down and picked it up. Although they are broken flowers, they have a bit more charm than those on the wall. The woman seemed to be thinking about something, or thinking of something interesting, and she couldn't help but laugh softly. However, the next moment he put it in his pocket and walked towards the depths of the alley with light steps.

After turning several corners and swiping corners, a ruined house suddenly appeared. In a few breaths, the woman had arrived in front of the house door. She raised her jade hand to knock on the door, but unexpectedly the door was unlocked. "Squeak~" The door was opened and the woman walked in with a feeling of impatient urgency in her steps. The woman looked surprised. It turned out that as soon as she entered the house, spider webs were almost all over the entire ruined house. In surprise, the woman's red lips opened slightly: "Father, I'm back." There was anxiety, apology and expectation in her tone. However, there was no reply for a long time, and anxiety suddenly appeared in the corners of her eyes and mouth. On her face, the woman refused to give up. She walked around in the small ruined house, and kept shouting with her lips: " Father and mother, where are you?!" For a long time, the woman's mouth was dry and her legs were weak. After a while, the woman was sure that her parents were no longer here. The crystal fell from the corner of her eyes. tear. He rushed out of the door and trampled his feet mercilessly in the mud, causing the embroidered shoes that were stained with spring mud to become unrecognizable. The roses on them were nowhere to be found. In the time it took him half a cup of tea, he had already run out of the alley.

It turns out that the woman lives in the countryside. When she leaves the alley, there is a dike. There are two rows of trees on the street. It is mid-morning and the scorching sun is in the sky. Under the dike, there are sparkling waves. The sun's light shines on it, and the clothes are shining. He took out the broken flower from the middle and threw it into the air. He wanted to appreciate the broken flower against the scorching sun and see how he was different from it. However, He Feng snatched the broken flower from his palm. He stretched out his hand but could not catch it. The broken flower drifted with the current and drifted into the distance.

It turned out that the woman’s parents had passed away long ago. When she found the place where they were buried, she knelt on her knees, tears in her eyes mixed with the mud on the ground, she covered her face with her hands, and bent down until her forehead touched the ground and the mud and water seeped in. He took off her dress and stained the pink skirt. The dirty water still refused to stop, touching the woman's slender legs. The coldness did not wake the woman up at all. She still covered her face and bent her knees to cry. Her delicate body was constantly vibrating, and she was crying so hard that she lost track of time. The setting sun shone on the ground. The woman had stopped crying. Her eyes were hollow and her body was numb. She stood up instinctively, turned around and took two steps. The numbness brought by her body made her escape. "Plop", her knees fell to her knees again. Numbness and hunger prevented her from getting up. Unwilling to admit defeat, she stood up with support! She walked staggeringly, and finally fell down...

After being in a coma for several days, she couldn't remember her last name when she got up. In desperation, the old man who rescued her adopted her as his daughter. , compared to the past, this is the best destination that God has given her.

(The flowers fell silently. One spring and autumn later, when the roses bloomed again, a young girl played in the fields. At first glance, she was the girl from back then...) - Postscript Rose Flowers

The time is bright and beautiful, the flowers are in bloom, and the darkness is crowded with tourists, making it very lively. Smart people have also transformed the common, large patches of rapeseed flowers all over the mountains and plains in the countryside into a Golden Flower Festival, attracting city dwellers to flock to it.

Regarding flower viewing, there is a joke on the Internet that in spring, there was a big traffic jam on the road out of the city. The drivers of the two cars had nothing to do and chatted with each other about the purpose of their trip. The driver in the city said that he was going to the countryside to see rapeseed. Flowers, the driver in the countryside said that he wanted to go to the city to see the cherry blossoms. After the two of them finished talking, they closed the windows and said to each other: SB, this is so beautiful, I am really full and full.

Now let me talk about flower viewing, rose flowers.

I pay attention to rose flowers because when I go to work, I have to walk past a long fence full of roses on the Mochou Lake campus of Nanjing Xiaozhuang University. On weekdays, I pass by this wall when I go to and from work. I pass by it in a hurry. It is ordinary and nothing special. However, after entering April, I was attracted by the roses all over the wall and on the shelves.

In a large area of ??green branches and vines, I struggled to pull out clusters of flower bones. They grew a little bit bigger at first, then slowly became fuller, and grew bigger and bigger, until they gradually cracked. Revealing that bright red color. It might be a night of spring rain, or it might be the morning breeze. In one night, the roses all over the walls have blossomed.

After leaving the subway entrance of Mochou Hubei Gate, I could faintly smell the fragrance of roses from a distance. It was similar to roses, but not as strong, mixed with some grass. The taste is slightly rustic. The ancients have long used roses to make perfume. The ancient text "Tiewei Shan Cong Tan" talks about the production method: use platinum as a retort, collect the steam of rose flowers to turn into water, collect and steam repeatedly, and the accumulation will become fragrant, and the fragrance will remain. It is so thorough that it spreads all over people's clothes without stopping for more than ten days. Imagine using a very expensive metal steamer to pick fresh rose flowers, and after a long period of distillation, extract a little bit of essential oil, which should be very precious. No wonder Liu Kezhuang, a poet of the Song Dynasty, once wrote a poem: "Old kindness is like rose water, dripping onto your clothes until your death is fragrant."

Looking closer, on the fresh green vines, the blooming red flowers and clusters of flower bones trembled in the breeze. The flowers were not big, with yellow stamens in the center of the red petals. It is tender and tender, "the leaves are soft with blossoming spirit, and the fragrance of rain and clear fingers is intoxicating". If you want to touch the flower with your hand and sniff the fragrance with your nose, but when you reach out your hand, you will be pricked by a small thorn on the branch, which will become "green hurts the thorn, red falls." "Broken Heart". The small thorns become the flower guardians of the roses. "If there are no thorns, they will be thin as soon as you pick them."

In the "Flower Language Encyclopedia", it is said that roses represent love and the longing for love. The blooming roses give people the longing for love. Although the flowers will wither, the love in the heart will never wither. British contemporary poet Siegfried. Sassoon once wrote in his description of human nature: "There is a tiger in my heart sniffing the roses." It is said that human nature has two sides: one is like a goshawk, like an angry horse, like a waterfall, and the other is like a nightingale, like a tamed sheep. , such as a quiet pond. The inner ideal is a rose, but the outer reality is a tiger. People love the roses in their hearts, but they also admire the tigers. The tigers roar, but don’t they know that the roses are still fragrant?

Regarding the contradictions and struggles of human nature, there are also classic expressions in the Chinese language. For example, one that has been widely circulated on the Internet recently is: Only by not forgetting the original intention can you always succeed. There is an even more awkward saying in the Analects of Confucius: Be careful to pursue your goals. In comparison, I still prefer the expression "There is a tiger in my heart sniffing the roses". The language is lively, the pictures are exciting, and it is easy to understand.

People’s attitude towards the rose is worth pondering. Although the flowers of the rose are blooming in a colorful and charming way, people’s attitude towards her has always remained reserved and indifferent. In the language of flowers, it is said that she represents love, but the spokesperson is rose. In order to go to the countryside to see rapeseed flowers, city dwellers often block the intersections out of the city with so many drivers, but they always stay away from the roses that are right next to us.

Maybe it’s because there are so many little thorns on the rose that it’s hard for people to get close to it. Maybe it’s because the branches of roses are weak and the branches are tangled together, making it difficult to pick. Maybe it's because roses always grow in corners and roadside, making it difficult for people to stop. Maybe it's because the word "rose" has too much of a rustic flavor that makes it hard for people to cherish it. But as soon as spring arrives, whether in the corners of the city or by the walls of the countryside, the clusters of roses bloom quietly, swaying happily in the gentle breeze and drizzle of spring.

If life could be possible, I would like to return to the countryside, to my small farmyard by the sea, and plant roses all around the courtyard wall, and wait for the spring breeze to guard the yard full of roses. The fragrance.

Rose Flower

A wild rose grew in the yard of my hometown. I don’t know when. Every spring, this wild rose begins to sprout new leaves. After a few days, the branches are covered with green and tender. After the light rain and dew in late spring, a few small flower buds will hang on the branches; inadvertently, these flower buds will bloom into several pink flowers one after another, with a wet blush and brilliant fragrance.

Days like this continue until late summer or early autumn. During this time every year, I often love to go back to my hometown to see the roses in the yard and the rose flowers blooming on the rose vines.

When spring and summer come, when you return to the countryside, you will see roses from time to time, including pink, milky white, goose yellow, and so on, beside mountain roads, fields, rivers, and courtyard walls. Golden, bright red, purple and black, clustered on the tips, the flowers are of various colors and shapes. "Things are rare but valuable." It seems that they are not considered a good flower, but in my heart, the roses beside my hometown's yard are unique.

In the season when roses bloom, the mountains and plains are filled with hundreds of flowers blooming. The sequence of rose blooms is often not noticeable, but if we pay attention, we will find that the fragrance of her flowers is astonishing. No wonder Gu Li's poem in the Ming Dynasty goes: "Hundreds of feet of rose branches twine into the bridal chamber; honey leaves are heavy with emerald curtains, and rich flowers are in red brocade; a jade game of chess is played, sending this Zhu Xia long; fragrant clouds fall off the clothes, leaving a lingering fragrance in January." "Although the roses beside the yard are not so luxurious, the twists and turns of the vines and the flowers with light makeup and heavy makeup are poetic enough; there are also the Sanskrit sounds such as "The fragrance clouds fall off the clothes, and the fragrance lingers in January" such as With a gentle breeze, the fragrance fills the courtyard and the whole house, which really makes people linger for the rest of their lives.

Qin Guan, a poet of the Wanyue School in the Northern Song Dynasty, described the unique characteristics of roses in his poem "One night, light thunder falls on thousands of silk threads, and the lightning flashes on the tiles; the loving peonies contain spring tears, and the powerless roses lie on the branches of dawn." The shape is penetrating into the wood, with endless aftertaste, and it is a rare artistic conception. So are the roses in my yard. Often in the morning after the rain, the flowers are blooming in the rain. They are not of the same color and do not reveal their inner feelings, but they outshine the others in their tenderness and show their elegance in their inaction.

“No one wants to be high-quality.” Li Tingzhong of the Song Dynasty described the character of rose flowers like this: "The jade girl is scented with green curtains, and her face is covered with fragrant powder; she is not late in spring, and is ashamed to be seen by the crowd of flowers; she folds the soft branches with delicate hands, and thousands of crimson snow flies." Yes, all of them. All the flowers have faded away, except for this rose, which came belatedly and bloomed silently in the quiet yard with its own beauty, honesty and tranquility, calmness and calmness, whiteness and beauty, tenacity and nobility.

Rose flowers are indeed breathtaking and fascinating, but she can control herself and will not act coquettishly because of her beauty. Like roses and roses, she can be regarded as a gentleman among flowers, with needles all over her body. She always uses this kind of armor to defend her dignity and show her personality, making her coveters unable to catch up and fear her.

Rose flowers are refined and transcendent. She will not envy the wealth of peonies, she will not envy the beauty of roses, she will not show her lifelong splendor to the sun, but she will show herself alone, regardless of gains and losses, honor and disgrace, regrets, freedom and performance lifetime.

Every year the flowers are similar, and so are the people. The roses beside the yard bloom and wither, and bloom again and again, and they bloom again and again, like this year after year, just like my ancestors, like my father's generation, like my generation, and maybe like my next generation.

If one day this rose dies, I think new roses will definitely grow, because the roots of this rose have extended deep into the ground; although the rose flowers will also wither, But she has taken root in my heart and blooms forever.