1.关于玫瑰花刺的英语语句
第一个 A Rose 作者Nuku Desmond
A rose to rise
A rose to fall
A rose to conquer all
Thorns that hurt
Thorns that protect
Thorns to start what cannot be stopped
One rose to say one word
One rose to say many words
Several roses to say nothing at all
From rise to fall
From hurt to protect
A rose is a rose
That can mean many things
But all depends on you
Your interpretation
Your perspective
Your own heart
With its own rose
Its own thorns
第二个 ROSE 作者 Jay P Narain
Somewhere in the tenderness and softness of the rose petals,
lies my delicate and innocent love,
sometimes the thorns pick and hurt,
sometime love is full of fear, sometimes it hurts.
Everlasting beauty of the rose remains in my heart,
even when the rose blossoms, fades and withers,
My love is immortal like rose,
which never dies in the heart as I love you so much.
2.关于玫瑰与爱情得句子
My love is like a rose divided into two, the leaves I give to others, but the rose I give to you
Have you ever watched a rose as it fades away; the color becomes deeper as the petals dry. That’s how my love for you deepens as the days go by
3.关于花的英语句子
Flowers on the slope look like a group of yellow butterflies.（斜坡上的花朵看上去象一群黄蝴蝶）
Those red roses lying on you writing-desk quietly, are picked from the Garden of my mind.（躺在你写字台上的那些红玫瑰采之我心的花园。）
Undefiled orange flowers are blossoming in the forest.
（洁白的橘花开满树林）
The flower looks like an angel, unfolded in the wind, under the sun.
希望这些有用.
4.英语词组Chinarose,Americancloth,Engl
China rose，月季 American cloth，彩色防水布 English disease，支气管炎，佝偻病 French leave，不辞而别 American beauty，月月红 （一种美国红蔷薇） Dutch bargain，饮酒时达成之交易 German band，德裔浸礼兄弟会 German measles，风疹，德国麻疹 Greek meets Greek，棋逢对手 Indian meal， 碾碎的玉蜀黍粉 Spanish athlete，吹牛的人 Dutch courage，酒后的勇气，虚勇。
5.与玫瑰花有关的英语故事
All over my garden I’ve planted nothing but roses, fragrant and—if looked at from afar—ablaze with color like sunset clouds, I’d be very happy if anyone of my visiting friends should desire to pick and take some for their homes. I trust that any friend of mine carrying the rose would vanish into the distance feeling that his emotions had been rekindled.
A close friend came for a visit the other day. I know her to be a lover of flowers and plants. And for that reason I told her at her departure that she should pick a bunch of roses to grace her boudoir. I promised that the scent of the roses would be wafted far, far away.
That girl friend of mine, tiptoeing into the garden in high spirits, sniffed here and smelt there, but in the end she didn’t pick a single rose. I said there were so many of them that she would pick as many as she’d like to; I told her that I was not a florist and didn’t make a living out of them. Saying so I raised the scissors for the sacrifice of the flowers, but she stopped me, crying no, no, no!
To cut such beautiful roses would hurt one, she said. With her hands clutching at my sleeves, she told me that by no means should they be cut. Roses are the smiling face of the earth, and who could be so iron-hearted as to destroy a smile so intoxicating?
My mind was thoroughly boggled: the ugly earth, the humble earth, the plain earth—it is for the sake of that smile that it wins the care and pity of people.
