The Rose in My Heart (1)
Among the flowers, peonies are noble and elegant, leading the way; The gardenia fragrance is compelling and heart stirring; Lily is pure and elegant, very white; But I still love the charming and affectionate roses.
One Sunday afternoon, we went to the park to play. When we just entered the gate of the park, I was unconsciously attracted by a faint fragrance. The blooming roses look like a golden ocean from afar. When I walked in, I was immediately attracted by the beauty of golden roses, which were like small wine cups made of gold. Closer and closer, people can only look at the roses quietly, afraid of being hurt by their thorns. There are two or three slender petioles on the branches, and large leaves in the shape of water drops grow in pairs. On the leaves, we can clearly see the stem veins. The color of the leaves is dark green on the front and light green on the back. Looking up from the branches, a golden rose stood proudly on the branches, looking very noble. The petals are fan-shaped, soft to the touch, wrapped layer by layer, like layers of waves, wrapped to the innermost layer, they are all hugged together, wrapped tightly around the stamens, six dark green calyx holding the golden rose, as if to protect the proud princess, the golden rose is more and more beautiful because of their embellishment.
Red roses symbolize love and beauty. On Valentine's Day, my father will always send a red rose to my mother. Looking at her happy smile, my heart is also happy. Whenever I see roses, I always think of the roses that symbolize love on Valentine's Day, the roses that symbolize happiness on the wedding anniversary, and the roses that are proud in life
In my heart, roses are beautiful, proud and happy. They are the embodiment of love.
The Rose in My Heart (2)
She has a pair of bright big eyes, a erect nose, and a skillful mouth that can speak well, revealing an innate confidence from the inside out.
She always smiles and says that she is too ordinary, and then she still smiles and lives an ordinary life. However, she is not ordinary in my heart, but exists like a rose.
She is a middle school teacher, so it goes without saying that she teaches good books conscientiously. Seeing that her daughter has become a little girl, she finally implemented her long thought plan of having a second child and gave birth to a little son. When her son was half a year old, she returned to her post after taking a leave, and really started a 38 year old strong woman's life. When working in the daytime and taking care of children at night, you can often fall asleep at noon if you didn't sleep well last night. I can't help it. After all, the child is only six months old and always wakes up several times in the middle of the night. Only when her husband who doesn't have to go home from work occasionally is there, can she have a hard time. Although it was so hard, she had a strong heart and achieved the goal of both work and family.
Although she is hard working, she is optimistic and has her own "life theory". She said that she would simply put on makeup every day, not to please others, but a reflection of her mental outlook, which could bring invisible self-confidence. Seeing her beautiful self every day would make her feel happy and make her life comfortable. She also said that life is all her own, and if all the disappointments of life were trapped in her heart, she would become ill, and the person who ultimately hurt most was herself. It's better to find a way to solve it. If you can't do it, you will look down on it or vent it properly. Then you will feel comfortable and full of hope for life.
She is not only optimistic, but also quick and orderly. In a moment, she can tidy up a sundry room where sundries are piled up at random, and then wipe off the sweat. She shows her work achievements to her family in a childish manner, showing her pride and pride; If her daughter has any problems in her heart, she can enlighten her daughter step by step, so that her daughter will not be worried; When encountering difficulties, she can find out the root causes in a leisurely manner, come up with solutions, and then take a long breath to give herself a thumbs up.
I admire her for her strength, self-confidence and optimism; I even adore her. She has done things that ordinary people can't do.
She said that she liked roses, probably because she liked the pride and confidence inherent in roses and the unyielding strength in her bones.
She is my mother; She is also my rose.
The Rose in My Heart (3)
She has a pair of bright big eyes, a erect nose, and a skillful mouth that can speak well, revealing an innate confidence from the inside out.
She always smiles and says that she is too ordinary, and then she still smiles and lives an ordinary life. However, she is not ordinary in my heart, but exists like a rose.
She is a middle school teacher, so it goes without saying that she teaches good books conscientiously. Seeing that her daughter has become a little girl, she finally implemented her long thought plan of having a second child and gave birth to a little son. When her son was half a year old, she returned to her post after taking a leave, and really started a 38 year old strong woman's life. When working in the daytime and taking care of children at night, you can often fall asleep at noon if you didn't sleep well last night. I can't help it. After all, the child is only six months old and always wakes up several times in the middle of the night. Only when her husband who doesn't have to go home from work occasionally is there, she can have a hard time. Although it was so hard, she had a strong heart and achieved the goal of both work and family.
Although she is hardworking, she is optimistic and has her own "life theory". She said that she will simply put on makeup every day, not to please others, but a reflection of her mental outlook, which can bring invisible self-confidence. Every day when she sees her beautiful self, she will feel happy and a day of life will be very comfortable. She also said that life is all her own, and if all the disappointments of life were trapped in her heart, she would become ill, and the person who ultimately hurt most was herself. It's better to find a way to solve it. If you can't do it, you will look down on it or vent it properly. Then you will feel comfortable and full of hope for life.
She is not only optimistic, but also quick and orderly. In a moment, she can tidy up a sundry room where sundries are piled up at random, and then wipe off the sweat. She shows her work achievements to her family in a childish manner, showing her pride and pride; If her daughter has any problems in her heart, she can enlighten her daughter step by step, so that her daughter will not be worried; When encountering difficulties, she can find out the root causes in a leisurely manner, come up with solutions, and then take a long breath to give herself a thumbs up.
I admire her for her strength, self-confidence and optimism; I even adore her. She has done things that ordinary people can't do.
She said that she liked roses, probably because she liked the pride and confidence inherent in roses and the unyielding strength in her bones.
She is my mother; She is also my rose.
The Rose in My Heart (4)
If there is no wind and the air is not wet, then the city without heating equipment can stand cold to minus 6 ℃, but the sun must be better.
In autumn, the sun is very feminine, charming, and full of beauty. Especially in late autumn, the bright red and soft light is like sad red wine, and every drop will be intoxicating. The light spots moving slowly in the fence, the growing shadows under the eaves, the fearless and uncomplaining color of the chrysanthemums in full bloom... all seem to have the sigh of autumn and the tears that never fall. But as soon as winter comes, the sun will be cold, tall and light, like a serious and handsome man, not moving. But it is powerful. It opens its flame from a very deep height, firmly penetrates the cold atmosphere, cuts through the clouds sharply, and shines arrogantly on everything. The sky is so blue, clear and firm, like steel, it seems to make a sound. There are countless deciduous trees on the hills in the suburb, and the pale black branches stand the calm and severe winter. However, the sun was very good, which beat back the cold of the god of winter. So it is not indifferent. But what is it?
I'm afraid of the four seasons. Most afraid of dishonest feelings. The bleak autumn, the cold winter, and the warm spring exposed in summer are all tolerable. What's more, in the bleak and cold, in the hot summer and the cloudy spring, there are some good days with different personalities but love and righteousness.
Nature is much more lovely than human beings, because it is frank and true, and it has not been disguised, nor will it be arrogant. Humans often say that we should conquer nature. This is worth discussing. Human beings and nature are the life of the world. They can only get along friendly and adjust to each other. How can one claim to be the master to fight against nature? If nature is conquered to the point of no life, the end of mankind will come.
Recently, I often feel a slight shake at my feet. It was only for a moment, but I felt that the elastic body of the earth rolled over a small wave at my feet. I have no panic, only a joy like surprise: what a powerful and irresistible force of nature! I listened to its footsteps solemnly, just like listening to the holy voice of another world, and suddenly felt that the human race was insignificant and the ancient times were great. The ego suddenly disappeared.
The evolution and laws of the universe are so profound, far more than human emotions. The heaven sneezed, and the world was a storm. Everyone huddled behind the window glass to see the clouds rolling. The rain army went crazy. Lightning pulled out a silver red sword before the thunder came. The natural spirit can awaken the delicate pink flowers, and can also make volcanoes, rivers overflow, ice and snow sink. As for people, they can only live in a cramped house. Outstanding people go beyond the limits to know the world, to serve the world, through science and art; Through farming and sowing... but more people do not know why they came from. They have worked hard and suffered all their lives, exhausted their blood and sweat, caught all the bad problems in the gloomy living environment, and infected others with these bacteria. In this way, because of Chen Xiangcheng, like
It falls down like grass and regenerates like grass, but it does not have the simple quality and style of grass. Unfortunately, I was born into a small family. My feet are fettered, and my eyes are clouded. My heart has scabs. My fingers are bent because of hard work, and my throat is silenced because of eager cries and angry protests... Only my ears are not deaf, and I know what is singing, what is obscenity, and I can hear the long footsteps of the night train. I can feel that the wind starts at the end of the green duckweed, and I can understand Xia Yan from the hissing of cicadas... I really want to be a maple leaf, It turns red after frost, and then falls like flying snow. Singed in the wind, cried in the rain, and stayed with the moonlight. Whether it is dusty or bright, every day is a natural day. However, I was born as a human being: seeing various variations of human faces, listening to various techniques of human speech, fearing man-made knife, hook, arrow, halberd or soft or hard killing... and my own shortcomings and weaknesses, so I turned day after day in the human mold, killing the spirit of life.
Thoreau said sharply: For whom do we end our lives in slavery? One's biggest fear is that one does not understand what one's suffering, joy, work and enjoyment are for. For what? I torture myself every day. When there is no perfect answer, I use my hands to dig open the land I can reach and plant beautiful roses. I don't expect to get anything, just want to get closer to the natural beauty. I have no regrets: even if these true roses are crushed, all the thorns will pierce my heart!
The Rose in My Heart (5)
The rose in my heart
In the study, work and life, everyone knows nothing more about composition. Composition is a kind of speech flow, with a high degree of comprehensiveness and creativity. In order to make your composition more simple and convenient, the following is a rose composition in my heart. It's just for reference. Let's have a look.
She has a pair of bright big eyes, a erect nose, and a skillful mouth that can speak well, revealing an innate confidence from the inside out.
She always smiles and says that she is too ordinary, and then she still smiles and lives an ordinary life. However, she is not ordinary in my heart, but exists like a rose.
She is a middle school teacher, so it goes without saying that she teaches good books conscientiously. Seeing that her daughter has become a little girl, she finally implemented her long thought plan of having a second child and gave birth to a little son. When her son was half a year old, after taking leave, she returned to her job and started a real life as a 38 year old iron lady. I work in the daytime and take care of my children at night. I often fall asleep at noon when I didn't sleep well last night. I can't help it. The child is only six months old and always wakes up several times in the middle of the night. Only when her husband who doesn't have to go home from work occasionally is there, she can have a hard time. Although she worked so hard, with a strong heart, she managed to work and live together.
Although she is hardworking, she is optimistic and has her own "life theory". She said that she would simply put on makeup every day, not to please others, but a reflection of her mental outlook, which can bring invisible self-confidence. Seeing her beautiful self every day will make her feel happy and make her life comfortable. She also said that life is all her own. If all kinds of unhappiness of life were trapped in her heart, she would become ill. The ultimate damage is her own. It's better to find a way to solve it. In fact, if you can't do it, you will look down on it or vent it properly. Your mood will be naturally relaxed and you will be full of hope for life.
She is not only optimistic, but also quick and orderly. In a moment, she can tidy up a sundry room where sundries are piled up at random, and then wipe off the sweat. She shows her work achievements to her family in a childish manner, showing her pride and pride; If her daughter has any problems in her heart, she can enlighten her daughter step by step, so that her daughter will not be worried; When encountering problems, she can find out the root causes in a leisurely manner, come up with solutions, and then make a long sigh and give herself a thumbs up.
I admire her for her strength, self-confidence and optimism; I even adore her. She has done what no one can do.
She said that she liked roses, probably because she liked the pride and self-confidence inherent in roses and the unyielding strength in her bones.
She is my mother; She is also my rose.
The Rose in My Heart (6)
Rose Primary School Composition in My Heart
In life, work and study, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition, and college composition (thesis). I believe many friends are very worried about writing compositions. The following is my Rose Primary School composition in Xiaobian's mind, for reference only, and I hope it can help everyone.
I remember a song like this: "In the depths of my heart, there is a rose. Use the spring of my life to irrigate it..."
The rose in my heart is my favorite book.
In my memory, my reading life is just like a colorful picture page, and also like a movement with happy notes jumping.
Just when I was able to read, my mother bought me a Storytelling Party, and I read it with great interest. As I read, I "became" the main character in the story, following the plot. I was so intoxicated with the book that my mother called me "eat" many times without hearing it. It was not until my father angrily grabbed the book in my hand that I woke up like a dream and went to dinner with my father glumly. Mother is so angry and funny that she teases me as a "bookworm".
Following my voracious reading, I saw the world getting bigger and bigger, and I worshipped more and more idols. In Chekhov's place, I learned humor; In Socrates, I learned to speak eloquently; In Lincoln, I learned to be tough. I remember that when I worked in the third grade campaign class, I was very depressed because I was only a team leader. I thought to myself: Isn't all my efforts wasted? Am I not good enough? When I returned home unhappily, I left myself alone in the room, and nobody cared about it. I just flipped through the books on the table. Flipping through the pages, an article entitled "After the Election Class..." made me bright and bright - working on duty should not be the only purpose of my efforts, or I really did not do well enough, I should work harder, be strong and optimistic about life.
With books as a companion, and books, so that my life becomes bright and colorful. Therefore, when I finish reading a book, I can't help singing: "When I am sad, you comfort me; when I am happy, you make my life full of brightness; ah, roses, the roses in my heart, I hope you will stay with me forever and ever."
