The poems of roses are all beautiful.

1, rose. You see, the sunshine has plated the roses with a layer of shining golden light, and the little water drops beside them are like naughty elves, tossing and turning, rolling around, rolling west and east. Under the sunshine, a small drop of water on the bright red rose turned into beautiful golden pearls, making the rose look more magnificent.

2, roses, full of blood and * *. This is the rose, born in the true feelings, staying in the true feelings, but never ungrateful, giving myself to render other people's roses, I will always love its roses!

3. Look! That pile of roses is as red as a burning fire, as white as goose feathers and heavy snow in winter, as pink as sunset glow in the evening and as yellow as gold in Huang Chengcheng; It has a lot of flowers and bones, just like a small peach; Some are in bud, like a slim girl; Some are in full bloom, just like children's smiling faces, with a blush on their faces!

4. In the morning, I suddenly found a few small buds on the stem of the rose, which were covered with green coats. A few days later, Bud tore open her coat, revealing red petals. At first, it extends outward from the outermost petal. And the petals of the inner layer are tightly closed together, and gradually, the layers are stretched, and the whole rose is unfolded. The petals are red, like a girl in a red skirt. Red flowers and green leaves are very charming.

In front of my eyes, there is a wild rose garden deep in the forest. There are many flowers in it, red, yellow and white. There are numerous varieties. What a paradise!

6. Look, the rose girls are playing games! In the sun, roses smile at the breeze. Some swing from side to side; Some are on the back; Others lean back and forth, which is really beautiful!

7. Flowers bloom, flowers bloom. Those red roses are as red as flames. Pieces of fiery red roses are so energetic and vital, and their fiery red colors infect everyone passing by.

8. The rose as white as jade is pure in the snow and ice, and it is as cold as moonlight. Roses dance wildly, outlining your figure and your face.