I love roses. Although roses are not called "the king of flowers", they are intoxicated by their pure knot, beauty and tenacious vitality. There are many flowers in my cousin's small garden, including Begonia, Apricot Blossom and Peach Blossom. They are colorful, swaying slowly against the spring breeze of March and Xi, and some are in bud, just like a shy little girl; Some bloom and are passionate … The white is pure and elegant, the purple is noble and elegant, and the yellow is light and elegant … One after another, one after another, showing their graceful dancing in the colorful sunshine in spring, and the burning rose is the darling of spring. From a distance, roses are like candles, red flames are burning and jumping, and they smile brightly and enthusiastically in the sun; When a gust of wind blows gently, it swings its soft body and dances gently, which is really full of manners. A closer look at the rose shows that it has some roots deeply rooted in the soil. It looks thin and soft, but it is actually very strong. You can't pull it up without a little effort. When you see its straight stem, graceful in the soil, do you fall for its charming posture? When you see its stems covered with sharp-edged thorns, do you feel daunting? Its stems are covered with leaves, some of which are thick and thick green, others are delicate and green, flashing green. Its leaves are also very strange, and the edges of the leaves are like sawtooth. There is a thin ditch in the middle with patterns on it, which looks like handfuls of small spoons, especially cute. Its petals are pink and the tips are white. Some will grow stripes. Petals tightly surround the flower core, which looks noble and elegant. The fragrance of roses is particularly intoxicating. It is not as fragrant as gardenia, nor as thick as wintersweet. You have to gather together in front of it, smell it gently, and a refreshing fragrance of flowers comes to the nose. It is so light and elegant that people are intoxicated. I like roses because of their tenacious vitality. One day, my mother threw the withered rose branches in the vase into the vegetable field at will. After a few weeks, it actually lived. Thin stems stand up again, roots are deeply rooted in the soil, and leaves are greener than before. Another time when I was playing, I accidentally stepped on a rose that was being planted, and I didn't care. A month later, the seeds that fell in the soil grew a small rose and new branches. The newly opened branches stand proudly on the branches, shining with oily green light under the sunshine, revealing great vitality. A few days later, a small bud came out. Holding a few clear dewdrops, tall and full. This really surprised me and was moved by this tenacious vitality. Rose, although you are not the king of flowers, you have touched me with purity, beauty and tenacious vitality.