The composition of roses

In our daily life, everyone has the experience of writing a composition and is familiar with it. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. I believe many friends are very upset about writing. The following is my composition about roses (selected 10) for reference only. Welcome to reading.

The composition of roses 1 We have a beautiful small park downstairs. Every summer, the green grass is accompanied by roses of all colors, and people passing 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.

A rose is in full bloom in the garden. The students have never seen such beautiful flowers. Everyone watches it every day. One day, the headmaster passed by the garden and saw a junior girl picking flowers and leaving. The headmaster held out his hand and was about to stop the female classmate, but he saw her holding flowers, with a happy smile on her face and some embarrassment. The hand in mid-air slowly put down and quietly followed her, trying to see what the little girl was doing to pick flowers.

This is a dream rose, with layers of petals ranging from red to pale pink, and the whole petal is full to almost overflow. This kind of rose is bigger than other roses and can be recognized at a glance in the garden.

The little girl was walking on the road, and the headmaster imitated the detective in the movie and followed the little girl closely. The little girl skipped to a path leading to the country. The headmaster has never gone this way. What is the little girl going to do? The little girl came to a small house on the edge of the field. It seems that this land has been neglected for a long time. Weeds in the field are growing wildly. Many vegetables are planted here, and the headmaster is also a farmer. The little girl gently pushed open the door and went in. Through the window, she could see the little girl's mother took the rose from the little girl's hand, kissed the little girl on the face excitedly when she got the treasure, and then she couldn't bear to let it go.

The headmaster is waiting for the little girl to come out. Why on earth did the little girl pick flowers?

After a while, the little girl pushed the door open with tears on her face. Suddenly I found the headmaster standing at the door, as if aware of something, and quickly dried my tears with my hands. As soon as the hand was taken away, the little girl's face turned red from neck to face. The headmaster stepped forward and patted the little girl on the head: "Tell the headmaster, son, why did you pick roses?" "I ... Me. . "

The little girl burst into tears and said intermittently, "Today is my mother's birthday. Dad doesn't want mom. Mother likes roses best. I want to send roses to my mother as a gift, so I just. . . "The headmaster interrupted the girl:" Be honest, son. Can you tell me another question? " ? Why did dad leave mom? Seeing that the headmaster didn't blame herself, the little girl sighed deeply: "Because the man in white told her parents that she had lung cancer, whoops. " 。" The little girl began to cry sadly again. The headmaster gave some money to the little girl: "Take it to treat my mother"! The little girl remembered what her mother had said: "son, we can't take other people's things, we must do it ourselves." When she just wanted to return the money to the headmaster, the headmaster had already left.

The headmaster seems to have thought of his mother, too: How many times did my mother not receive my present for her birthday? How long did mom wait for the birthday present? I will give it to my mother on her next birthday. ...

Composition of Roses 3 Every time I see the charming fragrance of roses, a warm current surges in my heart and a familiar figure emerges in front of me.

Mom is not very busy at ordinary times. Every day after I come home from study at night, she prepares some fruits at home early and waits for me to come back. Once, I failed in the monthly exam, which made me lose confidence in myself. My mother encouraged me many times, and I couldn't get up. On weekends, I locked myself in my room, and my mother comforted me outside the door: "Son, the roses are in bloom, let's go and have a look." "Not in the mood." I threw three cold words at my mother. "Just come with me." Mother begged again. I have to go with my mother.

May and June are the season when roses are in full bloom. The sea of roses is in full bloom, and the scene is shocking. My mother dragged me deep into the sea of flowers and saw her dancing with a bright smile. My mother sighed, "Look, how beautiful these roses are!" " I happened to find that this beautiful rose looks like mom's smiling face!

I turned my eyes back to my mother's face, and there were obvious wrinkles in her eyes. Those weather-beaten hands do my laundry and cook for me, tidy my bedding and clean my room ... Over the years, my mother has done too much for me, and she has embraced everything with her broad mind, which is ridiculous and willful, and I didn't realize it until today.

I know everything, I know the flower language of roses-gratitude. My mother's love for me, I will use my life to repay, even more.

I will never forget those roses.

Composition 4 of Rose Today, my father took me to the flower shop to buy some pots of roses. Suddenly, I smelled a faint fragrance of roses.

I looked at the roses carefully and found that they were beautiful. Every pot is colorful, red is better than fire, pink is like sunset, white is elegant … but roses are not as elegant as peonies; Nor does it stand proudly like a chrysanthemum; Although roses are gorgeous, they are very common.

Roses symbolize beauty and love. The ancient Greeks and Romans used roses to symbolize their love gods Aphrodite and Venus. Roses are also the embodiment of peace, friendship and courage.

Beautiful rose, you are so beautiful!

Do you know roses? In my eyes, roses are always perfect, symbolizing love. But today, I went to the rose garden in Pingyin, only to know that roses are colorful.

One morning, the bus set off in our happy mood. Through the fields, through the mountains and rivers, through the ribbon-like Woods, through the neat green walls, we finally came to the rose garden. As soon as I entered the rose garden, red flowers, green leaves, soil and dense crowds immediately attracted my attention.

We immediately ran into the rose bushes. The first thing that caught my eye was a pink flower. Look left and right, the more you look, the more you look like peony. It's beautiful. Along the way, I saw big pink roses, deep red roses, lotus-like roses and small and exquisite roses like wild flowers.

This time, I really opened my eyes. I heard that the roses here are edible, so I ate a piece of each kind of rose. The smell of roses is so unique! Bitter and sweet. Some rose slices are chewed gently, bitter and sweet, and finally have a strong rose fragrance, which seems to find the taste of life. Among them, I like white roses best. Touching its petals is as soft as touching silk, giving people a pure feeling. The last regret is that I didn't find the rose in my heart, as if it were the exclusive rose for Valentine's Day!

I am so happy this time!

One day, the bird went out to look for food. It came to the door of a farmer's uncle's house and looked down. There are many beautiful flowers on the wall. The bird wanted to plant a rose, so it flew away with a rose seed.

The bird flapped its wings and flew for a long time before it came home. He found a small shovel with a rose seed in his mouth and went under the tree to dig a hole with it. "Start digging now!" Said the bird. However, no matter how hard the bird digs, it still can't dig the hole. It turns out that the soil downstairs of Bird House is as hard as stone. Birds feel that their strength is too small and they must get help from others. So, it quickly called its friend-earthworm to loosen the soil.

With the help of earthworm, it finally dug a mud pit. It smiled, gently put the rose seeds into the mud pit, and then buried the mud pit with mud. After all this, it picked up the watering can to water it, then looked at the rose seed quietly and said hopefully, "Rose seed, please grow up quickly!" " "

Rose seeds are really obedient, and great changes have taken place in a few days. Small green shoots burst out of the ground and grew vibrant leaves. However, some hateful bugs boldly climbed up the leaves. When the bird sees it, its eyes are round and big. It said anxiously, "You can't eat the leaves of roses, or I will eat you." As a result, the insects continued to eat leaves, and the birds ate them all angrily. Under the careful care of the birds, the rose gradually grew up and produced a noble and beautiful rose.

In the breeze, rosy cheeks burst into a charming smile. When the bird saw it, he couldn't help laughing, and he was drunk with laughter!

Composition 6 of "Rose" opened the door of my memory. I have seen many plants. There are gorgeous roses, fragrant lavender and chrysanthemums, which make YoYo in full bloom. Among these plants, I like bright roses best.

Roses are in my backyard. It is not only fragrant, but also brightly colored. There are red, pink, yellow, blue and purple. Roses spread out like bright skirts. And the smell of roses will make people fall asleep. When many people get married, roses are essential, they will be pricked and sometimes bleed.

This is a bright red rose. This rose in the yard has grown very tall. I hope it grows more gorgeous and fragrant. When I grow up, I also want to serve the society like a rose.

In the morning, my parents and I went to the mountains to exercise.

We came to the rose garden on the top of the mountain. There are many roses in the garden. Roses are crowded. Some roses are in full bloom and look great. Some roses are full of flowers and bones, and they look as if they are about to burst. There are so many roses, including purple, white, yellow and pink. I like pink roses best. Its beautiful petals are like an elephant's ears. I can't help but lower my head and smell it, ah! A faint fragrance is intoxicating.

Everyone says that roses are weak, and I used to think so, but one thing made me change this view. One day, a storm suddenly came and the rain stopped. I thought all the roses had been rained out. I hurried to the rose garden. They were listless by the rain, but after a while, the rose straightened up again.

Ah! Ross! Your spirit of not bowing in case of trouble is worth learning!

Composition of Rose 7 Once upon a time, there was a rose, which was very beautiful and charming. But it is not happy, because people have never caressed it, just looked at it from a distance.

One day, Ross suddenly found himself surrounded by a big and ugly monster, a frog dressed only in green. Ross felt more angry than ever. She shouted to the frog in a crisp voice, "Oh, it's an ugly ghost, you know?" Because of you, everyone is afraid to come near me, let alone touch me. Get out. " Say that finish, rose kicked the frog that had been silent with her little green feet.

Then, Rose dressed herself up with natural cosmetics and said happily to the brightest blade of grass, "Now, someone must dare to come near me."

Sure enough, as the rose expected, many people came to see the rose, but the rose was not happy because the nutrition in its body was constantly losing.

Three days later, no one came to see the rose, and all its nutrients were sucked away by pests. Rose said the last sentence before she died: "I really regret kicking the frog who served me in obscurity."

On Valentine's Day, I planted two beautiful rose seedlings with my mother and father.

I look forward to the roses blooming every day. I water and fertilize roses every day and take them out to bask in the sun from time to time. One day, two days, three days, four days ... after two months, when I went to see it again, I was surprised to find that the rose had blossomed! I cheered happily, and my father who was cooking came over, and my mother who was washing her hands also came over. "Wow!" They both said in unison, "The roses are in bloom!"

Pink flowers are exposed in the sun, very beautiful! The second flower has grown as high as the TV set. Whenever I put it on the balcony, its fragrance will attract many butterflies to dance on its head.

I like beautiful roses!

I like many flowers, such as magnolia, noble peony, romantic roses ... Among them, I like roses best because they are very fragrant and have special petals.

I hadn't seen roses when I was six years old. I went to the park with my mother that day. Suddenly, I saw a beautiful flower in the grass, so I picked it with my hand. "oh! It hurts! " I carefully looked at the original flower stems with many small thorns. I asked my mother, "What kind of flower is this, and there are thorns?" Mother said, "This is a rose." I said angrily, "well, I don't like this anymore." It hurts to prick me. " Mom added, "Don't look at it before deciding whether it's good or bad. After observation, maybe you will like roses. " I said, "I see." I went to observe again.

Mom's right. I really like roses. Let me smell it first. The flowers are very fragrant and the petals are very special.

Since then, I have loved roses.

Composition of Rose 10 There is a red rose in the center of the flower bed. The red roses here are as beautiful as the sun and as bright as blood, symbolizing love as fire.

It is said that once upon a time there were two little bees, one was a silly brother and the other was silly sister. They grew up together, gathered honey together and lived a sweet life. Their favorite is the honey of red roses, because the honey made from the pollen of red roses is very sweet and has a hint of happiness.

"If one day, I die, I want to be a red rose. Then you can pick my pollen. It must be the smell of love. " One day silly brother said to silly sister; "Then how can I find you?" "I must be the pollen that you picked all the red roses and brewed the sweetest honey." "Why?" "Because there is love for you in my honey juice!" The silly elder brother looked at the silly elder sister tenderly and said, "Then I will become a red rose and stay with you forever".

One day, something terrible happened. A little boy captured silly sister for fun, and his silly brother lost his only thorn to save silly sister and died. Silly sister cried and buried her silly brother in the middle of the garden, crying and refusing to leave. The next day, a red rose grew in the place where my silly brother was buried. That red rose is the most beautiful in the garden, and its pollen is the sweetest. Silly sister knows this is a silly brother. So it is my sister who spreads pollen for red roses all day.

Who knows that misfortune has come again.

A young man looked at the red rose and tried to break it. Silly sister lost his life to save his silly brother and fell dead. When the young man was stung, he was surprised why bees should protect red roses. He seemed to hear the cry of the red rose, and he seemed to say, "Silly … to his surprise, the red rose was covered with dew in the scorching sun. The youth gave up the idea of folding flowers.

Another day passed, and another red rose grew next to the original red rose. These two red roses snuggle together like lovers.

Later, the two red roses blossomed more and more vigorously and opened a large area. People like to come here to enjoy red roses, especially young people who are in love. Later, red roses bloomed all over the garden.