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Composer: 200

You said you wanted to buy a house by the sea? Live there with your lovely lion.

You will be the owner of an emotional grocery store? Sell what you like with a mood.

Life is getting more and more depressed? You're getting less and less like yourself? Standing alone in the sad wind

Ross, where are you? You said everyone you loved left? Don't lie to yourself.

You just hid deeper? Ross, where are you?

You always like things you can't catch? Please don't cry.

We all left behind a pile of memories woven by youth.

Two years have passed in an instant? Have you forgotten what you should have forgotten?

You said you fell in love with traveling recently? I know you're just trying to escape

Escape from reality and the past? Escape from the most unreal you.

A person's road is just looking for it? Ross, where are you?

You said everyone you loved left? Don't lie to yourself.

You just hid deeper? Ross, where are you?

You always like things you can't catch? Please don't cry.

We all left behind a pile of memories woven by youth.

Memories woven with youth? Memories woven with youth? Take advantage of youth

Rose is a song written and sung by Chinese mainland male singer Erbai. Originally included in the album released by Ma 20 12, a mainland folk music organization, it was rearranged and included in Erbai's debut album "Hey, look up"

Erbai captured countless fans because of this song "Rose", because many people heard themselves in the song. They may love people silently like roses, but they can't show it, or they may go through the process from blooming to hiding themselves like roses in songs.

The rose in the MV story may be anyone around us. We have all imagined countless beautiful pictures for the future and enjoyed the most brilliant moments in our lives. However, in the constant copying of life, we are busy shuttling between various high-rise buildings and subways, and gradually, like later roses, we are experiencing frost and withering.

One noon, as soon as I got home, I smelled a faint fragrance.

I quickly dropped my schoolbag and ran to the table.

Sure enough, the bottle of roses at home opened.

How spectacular these roses are! Those roses are in full bloom in various forms.

Some are shy, like a shy little girl; Some have just bloomed, emitting a burst of elegant fragrance; Some are blooming with sweet smiling faces, the flowers are like several delicate flower trays, the golden stamens are like an attractive cream omelet, and there are a few drops of crystal water beside the omelet. What about the bustling roses before? The bright red petals have fallen, the dark green branches have bent, and the flowers hang their heads, like a hunched and dejected old man ... From a distance, the roses are red, red as fire, gorgeous as chardonnay and beautiful.

However, the beauty of roses does not stop there! I especially like roses in the sun.

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.

So beautiful, so interesting, so magnificent, I fell in love with roses! In the days of warm spring in bloom, people's mood is naturally good.

I am no exception. Today is Sunday, so my mother and I go to the park to enjoy flowers.

As soon as I entered the park, I saw a dazzling array of flowers.

The most dazzling is the rose, which is red, white and blue ... After careful observation of the rose, it is found that there are thorns on its stem to prevent pests from eating the flowers.

There are still some flower bones in the flower sea, which look full and bursting.

If we regard the large area of roses in front of us as a big living painting, the artist's skill is really remarkable.

I felt like a rose when I stood there. The breeze blew, and I seemed to be dancing.

I feel relaxed and my body is about to float.

What a wonderful treat! My mother came to call me, and I remembered that I am not a rose.

//xiaoxue. hujiang/ Wen Zuo /si/p246075/

The composition of writing flowers is 400 words plum blossom, the most beautiful flower in winter. In the cold winter, heavy snow covers the whole earth. In other seasons, thousands of flowers are blooming with their own beauty and fragrance, but they dare not experience the overwhelming snow. Only one flower still stands, and that is plum blossom. Plum blossoms are the most tenacious flowers. Every time the heavy snow comes, other flowers are fragrant and thanking you. Only plum blossom and its "sister" daffodils are still standing. They seem to be fighting against the heavy snow to see who can hold out until the end. They are not afraid of the heavy snow invading the bone marrow, nor of the overwhelming snowflakes. In winter, they are beautiful and lovely because of them Plum blossoms are the most selfless flowers. Plum blossom gave all its flashy fame to peony, peach blossom and all the fleeting exotic flowers and herbs. I pray for plum blossoms and ask them to keep this spirit and be strong; I pray lazy and weak people to look at plum blossoms and learn their spirit. Until one winter, the touched god suddenly saw these plum blossoms and asked: Who are you? There will be countless voices in the snow: we are plum blossoms! Hope to adopt

Roses are really beautiful. Speaking of roses, everyone must be familiar with them. It is deeply loved by people for its gorgeous colors and beautiful posture.

Why else does mother like roses so much? Roses are colorful and dazzling.

There are red roses as red as fire, white roses as white as snow, yellow roses as yellow as gold, and pink roses as red as rosy cheeks.

It is said that there are black roses, but they are extremely rare and are called the best among flowers.

After a drizzle, the petals of the rose were covered with dew, and I saw that the rose was dotted with dew, shining with dazzling brilliance. How beautiful! Roses are very beautiful in various ways.

Buds that have not yet opened are so full that they seem to burst, showing great vitality.

Some roses with only two or three petals are like bows on girls' heads; Have a shy face like a girl.

The blooming roses are as proud and beautiful as girls.

When the breeze blows, roses dance as if to show off their beauty.

Roses are not only brightly colored and graceful, but also have many uses.

For example, it can be made into medicinal materials, essence, rose oil and other cosmetics. I heard that the price of this cosmetic once exceeded five or six times that of gold! Ah! How beautiful these roses are! How intoxicating it looks! ...

There are many kinds of flowers in the world, such as Magnolia grandiflora, Rose, Plum Blossom, Chrysanthemum, Clivia and Camellia.

However, the flower with the most flowers and the richest colors belongs to the sunflower.

As the saying goes, "good flowers don't bloom often."

Sunflower is also a good flower, including red, yellow, white, purple, crimson and orange ... Sunflower petals are single-layered, shaped like plum blossoms, with a red core and yellow spots on black filaments.

Sunflower stems are long and thin, soft and curved.

It has thin branches, dense leaves and many flowers.

Sunflowers only bloom when they see the sun. Every day when the sun rises slowly from the east, sunflowers are scrambling to open their smiles.

When the breeze blows away, the sunflower "shakes its head", as if reading a poem and nodding to pedestrians.

The flower bones of sunflowers are red and the shape is the size of soybeans.

Unlike other flower bones, they are short and round.

Sunflower seeds are surrounded by several small leaves.

Flower seeds are as big as sesame seeds. When the seeds of small flowers are ripe, they are scattered in Grandpa Earth's arms. After being nourished by sunshine and rain, they can grow more beautiful sunflowers in the second year.

Sunflowers are full of vitality. She sucks the nectar that Grandma Blue Sky gave her and greedily absorbs the nutrition of Grandpa Earth.

Sunflowers thrive under the care of Grandpa Earth and Grandma Blue Sky, making the motherland more beautiful and adding icing on the cake to the beautiful nature.

Sunflowers at night are like a child playing all day, tired and gratified to enter a sweet dream.

Morning glory is also a good flower. It blooms early and fails late. It and sunflower seem to be a pair of good sisters. They agreed to open up together, enter the sweet dream country together, not early or early, and decorate this beautiful nature together.

They are selfless and never ask for the return of the motherland and the appreciation of the people. Although sunflowers are not as noble as roses, as fragrant as chrysanthemums, as pure and elegant as Magnolia grandiflora and as fragrant as plum blossoms, they have the spirit of selfless dedication.

I love sunflower, its tenacious and vigorous vitality, and I love its selfless dedication.

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A proud rose is about 400 words. One spring, a bird threw a rose seed into a pile of cow dung.

When she came to a new environment, Rose didn't adapt to it. She worked hard to get up and finally got out of the dunghill. She saw the green grass, the "carpet" with flowers in full bloom, and the tall trees ... One day, a painter saw the rose, painted it and named it "the first flower in the world", and won the first place in the art exhibition.

Therefore, Rose is very famous and people come to see her from time to time. Suddenly, she saw a pile of smelly and ugly cow dung at her feet. She said to cow dung, "You smelly cow dung, staying at my feet like this will only ruin my reputation!" " Cow dung said, "Miss Rose, don't forget that I provided you with nutrients, otherwise you would be so beautiful?" Rose said, "don't talk nonsense, it will ruin my reputation." I warn you again! " "Rose can't stand it. She walked from the pile of cow dung to a white stone and immediately sat on it, thinking: Now I am not only beautiful, but also purer.

But it didn't last long. The leaves of the rose began to curl and turn yellow, and the petals began to turn yellow. The roses gradually withered.

The proud rose thus ended her short life.

The beauty of (roses) is amazing. Everyone must be familiar with the 400-word mention of roses. It is deeply loved by people for its gorgeous colors and beautiful posture.

Why else does mother like roses so much? Roses are colorful and dazzling.

There are red roses as red as fire, white roses as white as snow, yellow roses as yellow as gold, and pink roses as red as rosy cheeks.

It is said that there are black roses, but they are extremely rare and are called the best among flowers.

After a drizzle, the petals of the rose were covered with dew, and I saw that the rose was dotted with dew, shining with dazzling brilliance. How beautiful! Roses are very beautiful in various ways.

Buds that have not yet opened are so full that they seem to burst, showing great vitality.

Some roses with only two or three petals are like bows on girls' heads; Have a shy face like a girl.

The blooming roses are as proud and beautiful as girls.

When the breeze blows, roses dance as if to show off their beauty.

Roses are not only brightly colored and graceful, but also have many uses.

For example, it can be made into medicinal materials, essence, rose oil and other cosmetics. I heard that the price of this cosmetic once exceeded five or six times that of gold! Ah! How beautiful these roses are! How intoxicating it looks!

I am a rose. I am a rose. I am a rose, an ordinary rose.

I am not as tall as a tree or as tenacious as a grass, but I silently dedicated the color of my life to the earth.

In winter, the wind is cold, the snow is fluttering, and the earth is still sleeping. I have begun to absorb the nutrition of the earth and prepare for bloom in spring.

When the spring breeze blows and the earth wakes up, I hear the sound of swallows urging me to get up early. I opened my eyes and looked, ah! The willows are green and the river is singing happily. I quickly stretched myself, yawned and spat out the first petal. It was really warm outside, and then I spit out the second and third petals. When I was completely open, the spring breeze touched my face, like a kind mother, really warm.

The grass has covered the earth with green, and I want to embroider beautiful flowers for the green of the earth. I quickly asked my brothers and sisters next to me to embroider for Mother Earth. They came smiling. Within a few days, they embroidered beautiful flowered skirts. Mother Earth put on flowered skirts and smiled from ear to ear.

Mother Earth is beautifully dressed by us. As soon as we thought about it, she still lacked a fragrance, so she spit it out. The earth becomes fragrant. Swallows smell the flowers and sing a song. Bees and butterflies smell the fragrance and come to collect honey. The little ants kept shouting, "How fragrant it is! It smells good! " Soon, the hot summer came. I put away my petals and wait for the next spring to put on new clothes for Mother Earth.

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Give someone a rose, the hand is fragrant, and the primary school composition is about 400 words. "Give someone a rose, the hand has a lingering fragrance.

"I often hear people say this sentence. Although I don't know the history of this sentence, I know that helping others will make me happy, because I learned the meaning of this sentence from a small thing.

One day in class, I walked aimlessly on my way back to class and saw a little boy trying to jump up. I took a closer look. The little boy was very sad and said anxiously, "When I was skipping rope, I accidentally threw it on the bamboo branch, and I couldn't reach it."

"I looked up, and the bamboo branch was very high, and the skipping rope was at the top of the bamboo branch. It seems that skipping rope is really difficult.

I decided to give it a try. I comforted him and said, "Don't worry, my sister will help you.

"The little boy suddenly happy.

I tried my best to jump up, but I still couldn't reach the skipping rope on the bamboo branch. I jumped and jumped twice, but I still couldn't reach the skipping rope. I really want to give up, but I thought about it again: how can you say no when you have promised others? Try again.

At this time, the little boy also cheered for me and shouted, "Come on, sister!" " "I stood on tiptoe and stretched out my arms. I jumped! Jump! Jump! Jump up hard! " Almost, that's enough! "In the cheers of the little boy, you finished. I finally got the skipping rope. The little boy said to me with a big smile, "thank you, sister." "

"His voice was so loud that it seemed to be heard by the whole school. He skipped away with a skipping rope.

Although helping him jump rope is very tired, my neck and arms are sore, but I don't feel tired at all when I see the little boy happy and hear his thanks.

On the way back to the classroom, my heart was full of joy, as if I had eaten honey and had a spirit, because I realized that "giving someone a rose is more fragrant in my hand."

"Happiness.

Who are these flowers for? 400 words of flowers are given to mom. In life, someone wants to send flowers to "angels in white"-medical staff; Someone wants to send flowers to the farmer's uncle who provides us with food; Others want to send flowers to our uncle who cleans the environment every day ... and I want to give hydrangeas to the people who work day and night for us-mom! Once, I was sleeping, and suddenly, a yawning voice woke me up. I peeked out the door and saw my mother knitting me a sweater on the table! ! ! In this cold winter, my mother never thought about herself, but every time she was tired for me, because of her heart.

I am very touched. "Jin Doudou" turned around in front of her eyes, watching her mother wearing thin underwear, yawning and flying needles. I really can't stand it. I shouted in my heart, "mom, stop knitting and go back to your room to sleep!" " In order not to let my Jin Doudou jump out, I went to bed again. I was so moved that an idea popped up in my mind: Isn't it Women's Day in a few days? I sent a special gift to my mother. Is it a little reward for my mother? In a few days, look forward to the stars and the moon-March 8 Women's Day! I got up early in the morning and thought about what gift to buy for my mother. It was a special gift.

Suddenly, I saw a carnation-shaped stationery on the table, and I got excited. At this last moment of decision, I finally figured out what special gift to give my mother-a bunch of flowers, a letter, and a sentence: "Mom, you have worked hard, I love you!" " "It is better not to move. Fortunately, mom and dad haven't got up yet, so they can't sneak out to buy flowers without authorization. Write a letter first. I sat at my desk, picked up my pen, spread out my writing paper and wrote a long letter in one breath. Well, at last I added, "Mom, you have worked hard! I love you! "Well, you're done! Great, I saw my mother get up, so I made up an excuse for her: "Mom, I want to go out and buy an exercise book, and I'll be right back, okay?" My mother smiled and answered me, "Good."

"yes! Run! I hurried to the flower shop, bought three carnations, two lilies and two gladiolus and left in a hurry.

When I got home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen. It is time! I was busy arranging flowers, put the stationery in the middle, ran to the kitchen and said to my mother, "Mom, you have worked hard!" " I love you! "My mother excitedly held me in her arms, and I was very excited.

I really hope that children all over the world can give flowers and love to people who worry about themselves day and night-mom! !

Fingers like an electric shock across a trace of coolness.

Is a moment of * * * brain.

Then a crimson liquid object instantly pops out of the triangular gap.

In the blink of an eye, it led the Red Army to spread everywhere and dyed the whole finger red.

In the place where red is the most concentrated, they occupy and celebrate the victory.

Hold a happy rally.

However, it is probably because there are too many parties and it is too crowded.

Some places have slipped.

The individual who didn't catch it firmly broke away from the group and fell to the ground miserably.

Leaving a striking and bright landing mark ... At this time, the pain has not been awakened, perhaps, it is still sleeping somewhere in the body.

Blink your eyes and find your thoughts.

It's over for now. Keep staring at this red.

Looking for weapons that can be repaired.

Get some gauze.

Tightness is the source of flow.

Trying to stop the malicious invasion of the red tide and imprison them forever and ever.

Maybe.

Maybe it worked ... flash.

I heard a faint scream in my ear.

Is it because they don't want to block the only exit like this The way out is isolation.

The desire to explore inspired them to smash the obstacles blocking the sun crazily and create another impact ... at this moment.

A little red is really infiltrated through unremitting efforts.

Seeing that a companion escaped from the gate, the troops behind worked harder.

As if their companions gave them courage, as if they saw sunshine and hope ... a seed mixed with the feeling of memory floated to one side of the ventricle.

Steady, quietly sprouting and blooming beside the trembling heart.

Roses in full bloom are charming.

Strong red is very eye-friendly.

Hit the eyeball.

People can't help but squint their eyes slightly and stretch out their palms to cover the spreading red.

In an instant, the dignified air around overflowed the top of the head and reached the chest like a boulder.

You can feel the chest shrinking gradually ... whenever there is a burst of distractions in your heart.

Blood-red roses will always be placed gently, and a dancing and spinning leaf will be accompanied by blood rain from the heart pierced by spikes on the stems of roses floating in depressed air ... Hope to adopt, thank you.

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