Dandelion, how naughty
As soon as the wind runs through the air,
"Come back! Come back
"Don't worry, I can be independent."
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Falling gently on the rock,
Look around,
"Wow, what a beautiful world!"
Instructor: Deng Yaping, dandelion, Dandelion's posture looks forward to spring under the gentle willow.
After the rain, I was bored at home, reading books, thinking about the upcoming HKCEE. Suddenly, I heard a voice saying to me, "go out for a walk." I looked around to make sure that I was the only one at home, and continued to pick up the book. "Go out for a walk." The sound came again. I put down my book and came out of the house. The spring after the rain is particularly enchanting, so I can't help but want to be close to her. Smell the flowers, listen to the birds, and then go to the seaside to feel the breath of spring.
Why, what is that? In the grass there is a ball of white velvet, which attracts my eyes. I went straight to it and found it was a dandelion! But I immediately changed my mind, how can a dandelion fly immediately after a heavy rain. Is that the incarnation of an angel?
No, it's not an angel. An angel won't be baptized by the storm here. He'll just hide by Maria's side. Is it a spirit? No, it's not an elf. The genie won't experience the fun of a fighter here. He'll just fly in the garden. Is it a princess? No, it's not a princess. The princess won't listen to mother-in-law Feng's story here. He will only cry when he is timid. Is it a prince? No, it's not a prince. The prince won't be buried in the mud here. He will only try his best to show his talent. What is it?
It is Gorky's petrel, baptized in the storm. Closer, see more clearly, is the virgin skin, robust youth!
I wanted to take it off and let it dance in my hands. I bent down and found that there were yellow flowers all around it. It seems that the dandelion withered out, the little yellow flower in the story is not drifting from the day of birth! At this time, the voice thought again: "it's time to go home, or I'll catch a cold." I choose to leave, turn back, breathe again: dandelion is still swaying in the wind. Dandelion's gentle "snowflake" dances happily in the air. As long as the wind blows, there will be its figure, pure like a small umbrella flying in the air, soft like a comfortable flower, light like a white butterfly, a dreamlike world.
Yes, these "little snowflakes" are generally in the fields. They are very beautiful. When the breeze blows, the "snowflakes" will float up! Ha, it is on the tip of my nose, a dreamy elf whispers, as if in a wonderful kingdom!
When the wind blows through the golden fields, they breed there. Only with them in the fields can they be so beautiful. Without them dancing in the fields and embellishment, there is no such thing as a big snowflake, a fairy, an angel, a butterfly, a white umbrella. Under the blue sky, it is a melodious song like a bell Sound.
Some people like the delicate rose, some people like the colorful chrysanthemum, some people like the proud wintersweet, pine and cypress, some people like the pure, simple Baihe, but I like the ordinary dandelion. It is arbitrary, free, how good! Dandelion that day, I heard that Sophora flowers were in full bloom on Mufu mountain, so I chose a time to watch it. It's a pity that luck is not good. I've been around for a long time. Only then discovered that the sophora flower withered. I walked back in frustration, and inadvertently went around to the Whitestone District, where there was no grass, no! A little yellow in the eye, no! It's a piece! Distribution is also very wide, as stars covered the night sky, is my favorite dandelion.
I'm surprised. This is Whitestone. Whitestone! The ground is as hard as iron! This is really true, this small flower between the boulders, actually out of a crack, I can not help but respect the floret. I look at this little flower, petals are very soft, there are 5 pieces, the stamen is thin and small, such as a miniature lollipop. The flower stems are long and thin, with many roots, and each root has short hairs. Although the edge of the leaf is zigzag, it is soft and not sharp, and the reverse side of the leaf is purple. What kind of flower is this? The answer quickly revealed that it was dandelion, because one of its branches had white villous balls. Dandelion! I was stunned. It has such tenacious vitality. It grows silently in this white quartz area, no one knows. Although the white stone is growing in this area, no one is fighting against it! It is not like the old pine, the independent cliff, which is full of praise; it is not like roses, amorous and charming; it is not like peony, elegant, as the national flower; it is not like the lotus, beautiful and enchanting; it is not like plum blossom, standing in the wind and snow, is regarded as the source of poetry; it is not like willow, it is not "four gentlemen" beauty, "cold three friends" high Such treatment, but it has written a magnificent chapter with life!
I blew the seeds of dandelion, it flew at will, I looked at the flying seeds, thought of the teacher said Suiyuan, this is probably Suiyuan! I look up at the dandelion seed, until it flies away All things are predestined, and we are happy with them. Dandelion my hometown in Susong County, Anhui Province, where is the countryside, there are crops and countless flowers and trees, there are beautiful dandelion. I like dandelion in my hometown best.
One day, I came to my happy place with my friends. Zhang Zhen, Chen Yukun, Chen Yuting and I came here. Chen Yukun asked: "Auntie, what do you play today?" "Dandelion!" I replied excitedly. Excited because dandelion in this season in full bloom a lot, they are in full bloom, we can play from the morning to the afternoon. We cheered, ran to the fields, everywhere we were, everywhere we laughed.
In the field, dandelions open their arms to welcome us. I gently picked off a dandelion, it is how white, how delicate, I gently blow to the sky, in the heart said: fly, fly, to the place you love to go! Dandelion in my head slowly sprinkle down, like a butterfly around me, I close my eyes, feel, when I open my eyes, they disappeared, next year they will grow out. My friends looked at me and were shocked. After a while, a white butterfly appeared in the sky. It revolved around me. I was wearing a white dress today. I felt like I was in the sky. I jumped lightly as if I were flying. I turned a circle in the air and slowly fell down like a fairy.
The young friends clapped their hands happily and everyone blew together. One by one white butterfly disc revolved around us again. I could not help but stand on tiptoe and turn around. I felt that my toes slowly left the ground. I flew like a bird. If I was a bird, I could fly. I thought: this feeling, I hope to stay in my mind forever, not disappear. It will be a happy dream, I hope I'll never wake up and watch it. Dandelion morning I ride a bicycle to school, passing a small open space in front of the house, suddenly floating in front of a few small white fluffy, I trace the direction of the fluff blowing, the original small open space in front of the house is full of clusters of dandelions.
May and June are not only the flowering season of Magnolia grandiflora, but also the beautiful time for dandelion to bloom. The serrated leaves are covered with tiny hairs, each nearly half the size of a palm. In the dark green foliage, the willow catkins like flowers are so easy to meet, so fresh and pleasant. I can't use words to describe the color of the petals. It's white and transparent, and it seems that there is a light yellow overflow. I can not accurately describe the texture of the petals with words, saying that it is weak, it seems so soft and not broken. In short, only a few aestheticism words and sentences can not generalize its whole internal.
Dandelion flowering time is not certain, shape is not certain, perhaps you can see different dandelion at the same time and place. Some of them are lonely and lonely in the independent wind; some of them cling to each other like a pair of sisters; some of them are short and broken, and the petals are blown to pieces, leaving only the stamens and straight stems standing; some of them are just in full bloom, and the full petals form a round flower. I picked off a "plump" dandelion, close, gently blowing, a small white umbrella immediately left the embrace of the stamen, riding the wind to fly away.
Dandelion is the most peculiar flower I have ever seen. It is not so bold and unconstrained, nor is it particularly beautiful. It even blows it away. It is just a small thing that can make people sneeze. However, the dandelion dancing in the air can touch the softest place in people's heart.
It is such endless dedication, that is, floating in the sky, regardless of whether people's eyes are on them or not, just go to every corner and leave your roots there and your life there. Quiet waiting, free and easy flying, easy and easy bearing, easy and easy life. Dandelion's flower language is: endless love. Isn't this dandelion's own love for this big world? Although it is so weak and small, it is willing to add a little light to the earth. It only needs a gust of wind, as long as let it fly, it can create a dandelion glory. Do not smell how fragrant dandelion, give it a gentle wind, let it fly freely, it is the only flower that can fly. Dandelion never compete with other flowers, it does not have a fascinating fragrance, there is no brilliant color, there is only a hidden in a small flower under the fiery heart, although so unknown, but it can bring vitality to a deserted open space. A dandelion opened, there will be hundreds of seeds rooted, not long, everywhere.
Dandelion can be seen everywhere, where there is its shadow, where there are its footprints, this is where I like dandelion, home all over the world, wandering the world, take things as they are, such tenacious vitality, such optimistic and cheerful attitude. This is also my dream, to travel around the world, to use the short life to leave my footprints on the earth.