I think rose knows more about love than rose, not only because of the gorgeous rhetoric given to it by later generations, but also because of its cautious attitude, shy smile and tolerance of not competing with others.
Roses are too enchanting and huge, but roses are not.
Compared with the passionate rose, the rose is shy and immature, and even the flowers are quietly huddled in a corner for fear of disturbing someone. Especially the pink rose, which is virtually full of painful pity. I think the purest love must be pink. It is a sensitive and delicate young heart, pink, MengMeng's, timid, but with intoxicated little sweetness.
I want to ask him, do you love me? That's definitely impossible. Because I haven't spoken yet, my face is pink, and then I can only feel the dark tide in my heart, and my face can only be blushing. Look, this is a pink rose.
In China, roses, Chinese rose and roses are different, but in English, they are all called roses. Even the famous battle of red and white roses in British history was mistranslated as the battle of red and white roses. In fact, there were no roses in Britain at that time, only roses could adapt to the cold growing environment.
In one of my poems a few years ago, I used to regard roses as a symbol of love, and several of them wrote:
Look, all the wild roses on the fence are in bloom.
One by one, that's my love for you.
In fact, I know a lot of troubles, only suitable for dreaming.
His time instantly turned into cherry red and banana green.
When every inch of time dyes all the stories green.
I miss my crazy mood, so I climbed all over the lush hillside.
In love, many budding worries are also dense roses! Open quietly and leisurely, there is no margin when you open it, and it is lush when you open it. If the rose can hear and the rose is unknown, it will take away her mission and its sacred and sweet position in my heart. Will roses be lost? Will she be sad? Will she be jealous and crazy?
If you know the sad and touching legend of roses, you will certainly think that roses can represent unswerving love better than roses, just like me.
According to legend, at the foot of the picturesque Tianmu Mountain, there lived a beautiful girl named Rose. When her father died young, she and her mother had a hard time. Neighbor Kang is a kind-hearted young man who often helps her, not only cutting firewood and carrying water, but also taking care of roses.
After a long time, Lang has feelings, and my concubine has interests, so she makes a private reservation for life.
It happened that the emperor issued a decree to choose beautiful women, and the beautiful rose was unfortunately chosen. Hearing this, Miss Ross fainted with anxiety at once. Officials tried hard to bring roses to Beijing, but at the entreaty of their mother, the time to go to Beijing was finally postponed for two days. The kind folks instructed Ross to hide in the mountains and lied to the government that Ross was seriously ill and died.
The story was tipped off by the greedy man, and the emperor was furious and ordered to die when he saw anyone and the body. Kang and Rose hid in the deep mountains, but they were still found by the officers and men. In an extreme crisis, Rose jumped off the cliff, and so did Kang, who was extremely sad. The officers and men transported the body back to Beijing. The emperor was furious and ordered people to burn the body for a day and a night, but the body was intact; Then I ordered someone to raise a knife and cut it off, but the body was still intact; The emperor flew into a rage and was thrown into the sea, but the body didn't sink, just floated on the sea.
The emperor's behavior finally aroused the public's anger, and at that time, complaints were everywhere and people's grievances were boiling. The emperor was afraid, so he ordered their bodies to be buried together at the foot of Tianmu Mountain.
Later, a very beautiful flower with a prickly stem grew on the newly erected grave. People are spreading. Flowers are made of rose girls, and thorns are born by Kang to protect roses. Later generations call this a flower? Ross? .
The alias of the rose is also called "Buy Laughing Flowers", which is said to have originated from Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and his favorite concubine Li Juan.
According to relevant data, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Li Juan enjoyed the flowers, which coincided with the blooming of roses and looked like a woman smiling. Emperor Wu lamented that the capacity of flowers is definitely better than the smile of beauty. Li Juan joked: Can you buy a smile? Emperor Wu answered yes. Li Juan took 100 Jin of gold with him, and used it to buy jokes, so that Emperor Bo could live a happy life.
Such a woman naturally buys a smile flower, which is the smile flower in the heart of Emperor Wu, so it is no wonder that she is loved by Emperor Wu.
In my history, Emperor Yuan of Liang also loved roses. According to legend, he has a bamboo forest hall, and ten rooms grow roses every year. When the flowers bloom, the weather is spectacular, fragrant, fresh and pleasant, which makes people linger.
Although I didn't know the rose when I first met it, it didn't prevent me from liking it and falling in love with it at first sight. At the eye-catching moment, looking at their smiling faces, I only feel that the sadness and gloom suppressed in my chest are swept away in an instant; Instead, it is the subtle joy and touch of the undercurrent. Just like those dense flowers, Ran Ran's moment is covered with the whole heart.
At that time, I was young and at a loss. I just came to this city. I still remember that cold and slightly gloomy evening when I went to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda alone. In this bustling metropolis, I am just a lonely goose living in isolation, far from my parents, not only have no dependence in my heart, but everything in my life has become completely isolated.
Coming out of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, the lingering autumn rain is floating in the sky, and the tall city trees on the roadside are more beautiful and vivid under the baptism of misty rain. Just bored kicking on the wet blue brick floor, moving forward with loss. No one knows my despair, let alone my sadness. I feel everything is so difficult, not only because I pulled out my dagger, but also because I was about to cross the Yellow River, and the ice choked the resistance of the ferry.
I don't know where the future is; I can't see clearly where the road ahead is. Looking at the rows of tall buildings around, which one will be my future home? Nobody can tell me. You see, this is youth, often in a state of turmoil, often full of confusion and difficulties, and people are at a loss; Often can only sigh alone, and then continue to enter the lungs.
Wandering aimlessly like this, I suddenly looked up and inadvertently caught a glimpse of some flowers in the high iron fence not far away, looking at me with a smile! Then three bright red characters in the rose garden immediately came into view. So this is the rose I have heard the name before, but I have never seen it!
I couldn't help looking at those flowers carefully: they were red and unrestrained, purple demon ruled noble, white fragrance was pure, and powder was delicate and quiet. They hang their heads with low eyebrows, sit in danger, or look sideways; Just like a string, it hangs down one by one along the soft branches, like a wind chime, like a tassel, and like a colorful dream.
They laughed so brightly that they missed the flight attendants waiting for passengers to board the plane. As long as I see those warm and charming smiling faces, my heart is inexplicably warm and practical. In an instant, all the decadence and confusion suddenly vanished; All loneliness and alienation are dispelled by this smiling rose. I looked at the roses as usual, until the light was a little dim, and I reluctantly walked out of the rose garden.
That dusk is my forever negative sign in time coordinates. From then on, I gradually had a bright and moving smile on my face and an elegant and beautiful figure. After many bitter storms, I gritted my teeth and smiled. I feel that I am not myself, but a rose swaying and smiling in the wind and rain.
I like Li's lyrics best when I write roses: a jade girl with a green curtain and powder; It's not too late for spring, so I'm ashamed to be seen by everyone. Hands break soft branches, and crimson snow flies thousands of pieces. It was a stroke of genius that brought the role of Ross to life. You see, isn't that what roses are like? As if shy, all the flowers are competing for beauty, only it is late, unhurried and unhurried. It is this indifferent attitude that does not follow the crowd that is even more commendable.
Chen said in Qing Dynasty: Man is just without desire. I think this sentence is about roses. That is the most tenacious fullness in a person's character, like the narcissism of a rose and the indifference of a rose. I stubbornly believe that Ross is a noble person.
I especially like many plants of Rosaceae, such as pears, peaches, apricots, begonia, plum blossoms and cherry blossoms. They are all incarnations of beauty, so vivid, so convincing and so naive.
Time flies, it is another year when roses are in full bloom. Those smiling roses, swaying in the breeze, give off a fresh and wonderful fragrance. Every time they open a flower, is it a confession of love
Although time has passed for a long time, many past events have long withered and faded; Although I am no longer that young and confused teenager; Although those hot sentences are clear songs floating in the wind; Although I have learned to have a tiger in my heart, I can smell roses in the autumn when time flies.
However, the rose of Na Yue that year will remain in my heart forever. Those refreshing scents will revive and spread every time the roses bloom?
That's my heart, too, a finely fragrant dream!
Are you a smiling rose? If so, come on! Please come to me, let's smell the fragrance of roses and talk about the rolling glory in the fleeting time under the curtain of flowers.
Even if the cherry is red, the banana is green?
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