The pink peach blossoms in March attracted tourists, and the white roses in the yard made me reluctant to go. A few small white petals form a small bud. In the early morning, the dew rolled on the rose bud, and the strange fragrance overflowed, giving people a feeling of elegance and freshness. Peeling it off, we can see a slender stamen with yellow dots in the middle of the petal. In the undulating spring breeze, white roses dance like little girls.
Goethe, a famous German writer, wrote this poem after 177 1 broke up with his lover:
Teenagers see red roses,
Roses in the wilderness.
How bright and beautiful,
Teenagers run like flies when they see it.
Heart can't help but admire:
Rose, rose, red rose,
Roses in the wilderness.
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Hugo, a great French writer: My greatest wish in my life is to die in the season when roses are in full bloom.
Born in spring, die like a rose —— French poet Lamartin's Butterfly
Red roses in the wind
The moment I left the branch, I was doomed to wither.
The red rose belonging to love, are you afraid that it will not bear fruit, so you choose to be cut off by a beautiful excuse of human beings on the day when you are full of youth?
Red Rose, do you feel pain?
Your magnificence determines your attention.
Your enchanting doomed your trip to be too heavy.
In fact, you are just a flower, ordinary and ordinary!
It's just that the color of life burns bright like blood. ...
Only the petals are as fresh as silk. ...
Since then, you have become a passionate and sacred love: reserved and noble, proud and mysterious.
You grew up in a big family. ...
At the moment, in the dusk of the city, they are held by flower girl and sold to passers-by with great expectation. Or, lingering in the streets with lanterns, like butterflies, shuttling back and forth between a couple: Sir, buy flowers-
How lonely, desperate and sad you were at that moment.
How cheap and shameless you were at that moment!
Why do some people love to weave romance with flowers?
Why use 999 roses to show sincerity?
You sigh: in love, a simple heart can bear all the luck and misfortune.
You sigh again: Red roses only belong to the classic love of distant years!
You should plant it in a garden or a flowerpot.
You should grow in hedges or the wild.
Even if you grow up at the end of a lonely road, you will still be brilliant and decadent-not for love, but for the freedom of life.
You don't belong to love anymore! Especially in this era when love is dying.
In the night wind, red roses withered one after another. ...
Thousands of flowers are in full bloom.
There are thousands of red roses-the buds of youth are blooming.