White roses breathe love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon.
The white rose is a pigeon.
But I send you a milky rose bud.
The petals are flushed at the top;
For the purest and sweetest love
There is a longing kiss on the lips.
The passion whispered by the red rose,
And the smell of white roses;
Red roses are falcons,
White roses are pigeons.
But I will give you a milky white rose bud.
Wash at the tip of its petals;
For love, it is pure and sweet.
Have a desire to kiss your lips.
2. What is the English poem about roses? The lawsuit has been transferred to Rose Hall Xu Yin.
Wheat straw moves from one station to another, and roses are the best.
Jia Yan's compassion is better than painting. Whoever gives Jia Ming is a rose.
Spring has become a splendid place, and the sky has dyed the sunshine of Qiong Yao red.
Inviting guests early is to repay Zhu Yi, and don't let the hair fall on her face.
Yang Meisong Wan Li
Unrelated rose has the same name and is not related to rose butterfly. Leaves and branches are green, and one flower and two colors are light red and deep red.
Romantic love is rouge plaid, rainy love is private chemical industry. You can't accept a national fragrance without it. The poet sank into the water.
Rose-Tang Yanqian
Musk deer is burning and shark yarn is green. The official makeup comes at dawn, and the east wind comes from the brocade section.
In the powerless spring smoke, in the melancholy yellow rain, I don't know what it means, and the depth is as red as two.
Mr. Feng and Mr. Richeman Kunjiyong presented roses to Assistant Minister Xu Dong Lulun.
A crane sends out frost smoke, and it makes you miss each other. The old yin depends on Xie Zhai, and the new face comes out of the wall.
Butterflies are scattered, and warblers enter the sunset. Rain hits brocade, and the wind and night drama burn incense.
The sun breaks, the flowers bloom, and the loneliness is pale. There are few leaves in the earthquake and long branches in the movement.
The film period is highly rewarded, leaving spring as a distance. I'm ashamed to go to court after tasting Joan Jiu.
The flowers on the slope look like a group of yellow butterflies.
Those roses lying quietly on your desk were picked from the garden of my heart. Those red roses on your desk occupy my heart. )
Unpolluted orange flowers are in full bloom in the forest.
White oranges are blooming all over the forest.
This flower looks like an angel, blooming in the sun and the wind.
I hope these are useful.
4. Ten poems about roses, begging Pushkin for two English roses? Where are our roses? My friend? ? This morning glow child? This rose has withered.
? Don't say: youth is so wasted! ? Don't say: Life is so happy! ? Tell my rose quickly. How sorry I am to her. Please tell me by the way, too. Where are the blooming lilies? Our roses and flowers. Where are my friends? Children's glory, rose-it has faded. Don't say: the process of youth withering like this! Don't say: this is the joy of life! Continue to spend words: goodbye, I pity you! Then it means to us: lilies are in full bloom. This poem by Pushkin takes roses and lilies as images to express life.
The withering of roses can't be said to be happiness, but it doesn't mean that everything is over. Look, the lilies are in full bloom. The author is telling people that there will be misfortune and pain in life, but there will also be happiness and joy; When God closes a window in front of you, he will open another window for you.
Therefore, when misfortune and pain come, there is no need to force a smile or despair, but to face it calmly and see happiness and happiness in life at the same time. Roses symbolize love-enthusiasm and singleness, as well as youth-publicity and unrestrained.
However, flowers bloom and fall, and roses lag behind, thinking more. The rose of youth gradually fades. I hope gorgeous colors will sneak into my heart, precipitate into my heart's fragrance, and bloom a bunch of lilies in my heart.
No matter how beautiful the rose is, it will wither, just like "youth withers like this"! This is the most natural state of life in nature. It is better to accept it than to resist it. When she sprouts and blooms, savor it and enjoy it slowly, as if she were beautiful forever. When she is no longer young, beautiful and withered, let's put away her beauty, put away her heart and always remember that she once walked beautifully and proudly. When the rose withers, welcome the lily. Before the external youth disappears, plant beauty in your heart and let your heart brew the eternal beauty and elegance of life.
? According to the analysis of scholars, the images of two flowers in Pushkin's poems are taken from the rose symbolizing youth in Viazemki's To Friends and the lily symbolizing inner beauty and vitality in karamzin's Letter from a Russian traveler. Pushkin is sentimental and keenly aware of the feelings and inner world of flowers in nature, so he introduces flowers in nature into his subjective world and gives them the image of human society. When he was young, he showed rose-like youth and enthusiasm. With the withering of roses, he still exudes lily-like calm, elegant and eternal beauty from his heart.
Pushkin's The Nightingale and the Rose February 2009 14 Saturday 09:40 In a quiet garden, in the darkness of spring night, the nightingale sings in the fragrant rose branches, but the lovely rose is indifferent. She just dozed off in the hymn and shook the roses. She doesn't need a poet's ode. She just needs to wake up from the reality of abundance and vanity, poet. What do you pursue? Besides letting the poet bring eternity with his poems and friends who care about and love him, what else can you bring to yourself? Is it just that heart that has been longing for love for a long time continues to suffer loss? Aren't you a cold beauty like a rose? She doesn't listen to or pay attention to the poet's singing. She is so charming, but she responds to your call with silence. In the silent garden, in the hazy spring night, the nightingale in the rose is singing, but the lovely rose is trembling and doesn't listen. It's just the mantra and trembling rose worshipping in a nap. She doesn't need the poet's ode. She just needs to wake up from the rich and illusory reality of happiness. Poet, what is your pursuit? Will you let the poet stay with his poems and friends who care about and love them forever? Can you give it to yourself? Is it just to let the long-awaited love heart continue to suffer from loss? You don't like it, and Rose is a cold beauty. She won't listen to or pay attention to the poet's voice. She is so beautiful that you cry and report silence. Nightingale and Rose Garden In the silent spring, facing the curtain at night, an oriental nightingale sings over the rose. But the lovely rose feels neglected. Listen to the love hymns being swayed and tireless. Can't you sing the beauty of cold? Sober poet, what are you looking for? People don't listen to you as a poet, she is indifferent: look-she is open; You called-but there was no response. The nightingale and the rose garden were silent. Spring has arrived. Facing the night, an oriental nightingale stood on the rose and sang.
But the lovely rose didn't feel it, ignored it, listened to the ode of love, but swayed and tired. Is that how you sing Cold Beauty? Wake up, poet, what are you looking for? People don't listen to your poet, and she is indifferent: look-she is open; You called-but there was no response.
Ah, rose girl Pushkin, rose girl, I was imprisoned; But I am not ashamed of your shackles: like a nightingale in a laurel, the feathered king of forest singers lives in a sweet prison, close to the beautiful and proud rose, and sings softly for her in the darkness of erotic night; But I don't take your shackles and shame: just like the laurel witch in the nightingale, there is a feathered singer in this forest, living in a sweet prison, close to the beautiful and proud rose, singing softly for her in the passionate night. There is a lovely rose. There is a lovely rose: it was surprised in Xishala, and before it opened, it was carmine, gorgeous and handsome, and Venus praised it kindly. Frost breathes but in vain, it.
5. What is the English poem about roses? 1. William Blake Flower gave me a beautiful rose tree; Such a flower that will never bloom. But I said I have a beautiful rose tree. I walked past this sweet flower, and then I went to my beautiful rose tree: I took care of her day and night. But my rose walked away jealously: her thorn was my only happiness. 2. When the rose fades, the memory may still stay in her beauty, her shadow disappears and the fragrance disappears. Disappearing loveliness, heavy breathing, no bondage of life, and no sadness of death. This is an immortal thought, and its passion still makes change unchangeable. Oh, so, your beauty, to me, is the loveliest on the earth, and the darkness without sadness shines and burns with you. 3. A little rose in bud emily bronte This is a little rose in bud, round like a fairy-tale ball, shyly putting its leaves in the robe of moss, but its faint spicy smell from the bottom of my heart is sweet. Rose withered, withered, withered, its root felt like a bug, like a loved and despised heart, failed, withered and shrunk. Beautiful buds, beautiful flowers, I stole you from the gazebo where you were born. I am the worm that withered you, and all your dewdrops flow for me; Leaves, stems and roses all disappeared and were exiled to the place where they died. Yes, the last breath of fragrance is sadly mixed with the foreign breeze! 4. The grave and the rose victor hugo's grave said to the rose, "The flower of love, the dew of dawn, what are their endings?" "Those souls who unconsciously closed the tomb door, their souls are flying, what are they?" Rose said to the grave. Rose said, "The tears of dawn are made into a faint and strange perfume in the shade of trees, amber and the sweetness of honey." The grave said to the rose, "All souls have escaped the change of the sky. What is more strange than the dew is that God's own angel has changed." . .
6. Li Jianxun's poems about white roses
Chunci
Gao Xian came down from the hall.
Cao Xia Chunsha has no embroidered shoes.
Fold a rose,
With your hairpin, you can send it to Feng Chai.
Wen tingjun
dance music
Qu zhe's ci
The willows on the bridge are green and the roses are red.
Embroidered shirts are made of gold and flowers are made of jade.
Su Yu is fragrant and moist, and spring water is black.
At the beginning of the painting building, the dream was broken and the sun was sunny.
Li Shuqing
Fang Shu
Look at the rose tree in spring, and the Song family is in the west.
The door is deep and dark, and the wall is flying.
Beautiful makeup, sad sunset, runny nose to the window screen.
The shadow of the peach is shallow, and the path of the fragrant plum is oblique.
Miracle
rose
It is like a rose, full of flowers and thorns.
The incense is high and the moss is red.
Go and see the idle people, and the butterfly will come in in the sunshine.
Put the peony for a few days, and the sales will rest until the dust settles.
Xu Ning
Topic kaiyuan temple peony
This kind of flower is difficult to grow in the south, but I am ashamed that monks planted it in their leisure time.
The pity of Haiyan is frequently aroused, and the wasp is wandering unconsciously.
It is futile to be jealous of a peony, but you are ashamed to kill a rose.
There are only a few red calyx bracts, and the incense is only for others.
Xu Yin
snuff
Wax burning silver is better than planting, and nine flowers spit roses.
Alone with the cold light of winter night, it doesn't open near the warm place of spring breeze.
It's hard to see just because it can send happiness, don't pick it for fear of turning to ashes.
It is often wrong to be greedy and bring heat, in order to report moths.
7. Ask for a classic English poem about flowers without you? I will be a soul without goals. Without you? I will be a face without feelings, a heart that stops beating. Without you by my side, I'm just a flame without you? I will be a soul without goals; Without you? My emotions will have no foundation; I will be a face without expression; A stopped heart; Without you by my side; I am just a flame without heat.
If you are a tear; In my eyes, I will never cry in order not to lose you; If the golden sun stops its dazzling light, a smile from you will light up my whole world; If you were a tear in my eyes; In order not to lose you; I will never cry; If the golden sunshine stops shining brightly, a smile from you will light up my whole world. If I fall in love, it must be with you. Your eyes, your smile, the way you smile, what you say, and the place where you take me, my heart never knows. Ed Walter if I say I'm in love; My lover is you; Your eyes, your smile; Your smiling face; Everything you say, everything you do; Let my heart lose its way; So, if I have fallen in love; My lover is you.
Forgive me for needing you in my life; Forgive me for appreciating the beauty of your body and soul; Forgive me for wanting to be with you when I am old, and forgive me for living without you; Forgive me for appreciating your physical and mental beauty; Forgive me for wanting to be with you forever. My river runs to you. Blue sea, will you welcome me? My river is waiting for a reply. Oh! The sea looks elegant. Emily Dickinson I am a stream flowing to you, the blue sea. Will you accept me? Elegant sea and streams are waiting for your answer.
This is just a glimpse. Now all I ask is a chance to win your heart. Give me a chance to start. I will tell you that this is a poem. Being together is our destiny. I fell in love with you at first sight. All I ask is to give me a chance to win your heart.
Just give me a chance to start, and I will prove to you that this is the arrangement of past lives, and our combination is a kind of fate. Two ill-fated lovers are so harmonious. Just give me a chance and you will agree. I was mean to you. You are mean to me. Two ill-fated lovers are so harmonious together, just give me a glimmer of hope and you will finally agree.
I was born for you, and you exist because of me. Please give me reasons to love you. Give me love for you with all my heart. Give me the feeling of never being apart. Sandra Robbins Heaton, please forgive me for falling in love with you. Forgive me for loving you wholeheartedly; Forgive me for never wanting to be apart from you.
Without you? I will be a soul without goals. Without you? I will be a heartless emotion. I am an expressionless face and a heart that stops beating. Without you by my side, I am just a flame without heat. Elle Kimberly Schmick without you? I will be a soul without goals; Without you? My emotions will have no foundation; I will be a face without expression; A stopped heart; Without you by my side; I am just a flame without heat. If you are a tear; In my eyes, I will never cry for fear of losing you. If the golden sun stops its dazzling light, a smile from you will light up my whole world. If you were a tear in my eyes; In order not to lose you; I will never cry; If the golden sunshine; Stopped its dazzling light; A smile from you will light up my whole world.
Forgive me for needing you in my life; Forgive me for appreciating the beauty of your body and soul; Forgive me for wanting to be with you when I am old. Sandra Robbins Heaton forgives my life without you; Forgive me for appreciating your physical and mental beauty; Forgive me for wanting to be with you forever. There is a sweet and kind lady whose face has never fascinated me so much; I only saw her walk by, however, I will love her until death do us part. Thomas ford has a sweet and gentle girl; I have never seen such a face that shocked my heart; I only saw her walk by; Will love her forever.
There is a poem about roses in the textbook of college English department. A red rose is robert burns's My Love is Like a Red Rose. Ah, my love is like a red rose. That? It is newly grown in June; June is in bud; Ah, my love is like a piece of music, ah, my love is like a piece of music, isn't it? Harmonious and melodious performance. The music is beautiful and sweet.
Beautiful girl, you are so beautiful, beautiful girl; I love so deeply; I love you so much; I will always love you, dear, I will always love you, dear, forever? The sea dried up. Until the ocean dries up. Until a? Honey, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble? The sun; Until the sun melts the rocks! I will always love you, dear, I will always love you, dear, as long as the beach is still there? Life will continue. As long as life is infinite.
Goodbye, my only love, goodbye, my only love, goodbye, goodbye; ; Goodbye and leave briefly; I will come back, my love, I will come back, my love, Tho? That's ten thousand miles! Even though Wan Li is apart.
9. Sentences about roses and love My love is like a rose in two. I give the leaves to others and the rose to you.
Have you ever seen a rose wither? As the petals dry, the color darkens. This is how my love for you deepens with the passage of time.