Dandelion flies to write a composition.
The yellow dandelion flowers sway in the wind against the green grass, becoming a beautiful scenery in northern spring. Soon, the petals wither, and every yellow flower becomes a "Pulsatilla", which is the seed of dandelion. The seeds have fluffy balls formed by white crown hairs, like umbrellas.
Breeze blowing, handfuls of small umbrellas with hope and longing left the mother, flying all over the sky. I still remember that in spring, I searched everywhere for white fluffy spherical dandelions, then carefully picked them, held them high and blew them hard at the sun. Countless umbrellas floated into the air, rippled in the air with the wind, and sometimes fell to the ground. A breeze blew, and the umbrellas staggered up, rising higher and higher, drifting farther and farther, gradually.
So there is a melancholy question buried in my heart: where will those distant umbrellas stay? Those little white feathers stretched out in the wind. Are these your flying wings? How much hope does it carry? There are memories and nostalgia for the earth, innocence and dreams for the sky, and hazy yearning for the distance ... You just float, walk in the ideal direction, follow your inner footsteps and chase your yearning goals.
You believe that dreams are just ahead, where the sun rises. You have no worries, no pain, no sadness, and you are scattered all over the world.
One day, you will be full of hope again. Like this time, you will drift with the wind and land in a strange place. In this way, every day, every year, I take root and sprout in new soil and bloom new flowers ... I remember learning an article as early as in primary school. The content is that every plant mother has a set of skills to help her children grow and reproduce. Mother Dandelion gave the children parachutes one by one. When Uncle Feng came, the little dandelion floated away in a parachute. I don't blame my mother for being cruel, but complain that Uncle Feng is too energetic and doesn't know where to go.
They may think: "Since they are destined to be silent for a lifetime, why not let them fly in silence!" " God seems to love only those noble flowers and has no time to care about the little dandelion. One day, the sharp thorn of the rose cut God's finger, bleeding profusely.
God is angry. But at this moment, God saw the most beautiful scenery in the world: dandelions flying all over the sky, white fluff as if dancing lightly, as if comforting God.
Finally, God smiled happily. Touched by the breeze, the young trees in the distance are jumping wildly, as if they were children scratched by others, jumping happily.
Suddenly, in my hazy vision, I saw a dandelion dragging far away. The furry top is open like a perfect umbrella, and it is trying to float higher. It rises higher and higher. Somehow, it reveals my long-standing memory ... floating in the sunset, Xu Feng, I don't know how long, I don't know how far. With Honky's luggage on your back, you are drifting in the wind and wandering around the world.
You don't know where your home is or where the road is. You only know that there are your ideals in the distance. Gone with the wind, in the ideal direction, follow your inner footsteps and pursue your yearning goals.
You believe that dreams are just ahead, where the sun rises. Ah, that little white feather is stretching in the wind.
This is your flying wing, which carries much hope. Memories and attachment to the earth, childhood innocence and dreams, distant hazy yearning ... you are drunk.
When you wake up, you are still floating in the wind, between boundless heaven and earth. Seems to be still carefree, carefree.
However, you are at a loss again. Is there really a dream ahead? It's a long way. Where is your dream paradise? You are wandering again, and your dream is still far away. Where is your home? Fate tells you that the road is at your feet. But you can't help asking yourself where the road is. You once believed that the place where the sun rises is the horizon of your life.
However, you clearly see that hope is so far away from yourself. You want to entrust yourself to this vast and deep sky, so carefree, but you can't, you can't give up your dream.
Wind, stop, give me some time to clear my mind; Wind, don't stop, don't leave me here, send me to my dream heaven. Dandelion, you are so contradictory.
What about your faith? What about your courage? When did you put them all in your backpack? Oh, listen to me. Only by crying, laughing and hesitating can we grow up. You see, where the sun rises in the distance, the sunset is still there, and your dream is still there.
Fly, go and find your dream. Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships; Since the goal is the horizon, what is left to the world can only be the back.
Dandelion had a dream (two songs)-Dandelion, Dandelion Dandelion had a dream that he became a star, and the brightest star and the most beautiful star flashed in the Milky Way. The morning breeze comes for pearls, and the stars pick them up for needles. Make it into a silver pin and give it to the sun. Why does the sun blush? Why? Maybe tomorrow we'll get engaged. Maybe tomorrow we'll get engaged. The sun wears a silver pin. It sparkles. No one can see clearly. Dandelion has a dream. Dandelion Dandelion has a dream, and it becomes a cloud. The whitest and lightest clouds are floating in the blue sky. The wind at night comes to pick cotton. The white clouds were picked and made into a long veil. Why does the moon love clean? Why? Maybe we're getting married today. Maybe we're getting married today. The moon wears a long veil. No one can see clearly. Mm-hmm. Dandelion has a dream. China's Poetry-Modern and Contemporary-One of the clever children of Dandelion in the ancient city may think: Although my mother only gave us a small umbrella materially, it is an umbrella that can fly far. I want to fly freely in the air with it. On the way, I will try my best to help some people in need. Although I am a little dandelion, wherever I fly, it is my home.
2. How to write the flying dandelion in the composition "Flying Dandelion"
Touched by the breeze, the young trees in the distance are jumping wildly, as if they were children scratching their armpits, jumping lively and happily. Suddenly, in my hazy vision, I saw a dandelion dragging far away. The furry top is open like a perfect umbrella, and it tries to float higher and higher. Somehow, it shows the memory that I have precipitated. ...
When I was young, I liked lying on the grass and looking up at the sky. At that moment of freedom, I often saw what my parents did to me: reaching for clothes and asking for food. Never worry about life, never ask about the hardships of life. This kind of life often gives me the capital to be proud in front of my classmates: anyway, my mother bought me Xtep clothes. You envy me! And whenever I look at those students who study hard, I always hint to myself: Nothing, my future is paved by my parents, so why should I worry about my future and make myself miserable? Until dandelion appeared, all this changed.
It was a Saturday night, and my mother took me for a walk in the suburbs. We walked alone on the small road in our hometown, and the flowers and plants on the roadside could not help but be moved by this scene and danced. In a serene and quiet environment, we let the breeze caress our faces and let the golden sunshine spread all over our bodies. Suddenly, a little golden ball floated towards us. Looking intently, it turned out to be a Portuguese male eagle.
"Wow, how beautiful!" I couldn't help screaming.
"Yes, son, but if it doesn't work hard, how can its own beauty be seen by us?" Mom seems to be saying this sentence meaningfully.
After listening to my mother, I bowed my head. Looking around, there is a green ocean. "It has been floating in the wind for a long time." I meditated silently. Thinking like this, the excitement of it getting rid of its parents and trying to fly upwards with the wind emerges in my mind. Bit by bit, it flew over the plains, over the Woods, over the rivers and over the mountains until it appeared in the eyes of birds, in the arms of the sea and in people's minds. Isn't this the true meaning of its life?
I don't know when I had an admiration for dandelion. With the outflow of this emotion, I feel ashamed. Look at me again. I have always lived in the consciousness of my parents. Until now, I don't know how to take care of my life. I can't even match my favorite clothes, let alone wash them. I can't cook, my clothes are torn, I don't know how to mend them, and I don't know what to do if I fall! Look at yourself and think about that beautiful Portuguese Gongying. Where is the beauty of my life? I can't help asking myself this in my mind.
"Son, there is only one life, so you must cherish it. The significance of cherishing lies not in how to save lives, but in creating the true meaning and real value of life. In that case, just like Portugal and Britain, show your beauty and let others admire it! " .
Listening to my mother, I slowly raised my head and looked at her smiling face. I understand everything. Looking at the beautiful golden figure flying farther and farther, I nodded.
A breeze blew, and I couldn't help but return to reality from my memories. Looking at the figure flying higher and higher, I couldn't help laughing. ...
Dandelion has formed a familiar earthy smell outside the bamboo fence in my heart.
Memories are burning gently, dandelion falls in the corner and returns to the original beauty. -Inscription In the early morning of late autumn, I watched the falling golden autumn leaves and listened to the gentle whisper of frost, so my thoughts danced among the fallen leaves. Somewhere in my heart, I will definitely think of our happiest paradise-my hometown, and my thoughts are inexplicably heavy.
My hometown in my memory is a land where dandelions are scattered. When I was a child, I always asked a few good friends to play on the ridge together.
In April and May, dandelions are in full bloom. Tired of playing, I sat on the ridge of the field and smiled and sent the dandelion by the field to the distance.
Naughty boys secretly put dandelions on girls' heads. When the girls found out, a happy farce echoed between heaven and earth, and there were always endless childhood fun stories in the boundless fields. Dandelions flying in the fields are beautiful memories in my heart.
In the evening, the gorgeous sunset lengthened the figure of a pair of young children, but could not stop the pace of walking towards the river. Young feet beat the clear river, stirring up bright spray.
Cool waves washed away the toxic heat of the sun, broke through the shackles of the sun and washed away the heat. Reach out to meet the catkins flying all over the sky, hold the white dandelion in my hand, just like a flying elf, how I long to be a free dandelion.
Thinking about it can't help getting drunk. The river where dandelions fly is a beautiful memory in my heart.
The night is as cool as water. On midsummer night, I looked at the moonlight like water and listened to grandma humming softly. Grandma held me in her warm arms and lay leisurely on that old cane chair, making a babbling sound.
The hazy yard was surrounded by grandma's sweet voice, and the dandelion in the corner was intoxicated. Listen, under the sway of the big cattail leaf fan and the breeze, I fell asleep in my grandmother's arms, and there were clusters of white dandelions in my dream.
Dandelion flying in the yard is a beautiful memory in my heart. In the past, it was like a flying flower.
Time is like a liquid water drop slowly evaporating. When I grew up, the paper plane of my childhood flew back to me now.
Leaving that happy home, only flying dandelions can give me some comfort. On a dreary day, dandelion fluttered and floated into my heart.
Take me to find the truth of life. My yearning is only for the hometown where dandelions fly in my heart.
Write a composition of about 500 words about dandelion, which is a flying dandelion.
When I was a child, in early summer, I often went to the hillside behind the hut with my mother. Clusters of red azaleas, yellow wintersweet and lavender petunias are blooming on the hillside ... I am happy to clap my hands and jump to pick these colorful flowers, but my mother always gently takes me to the other side of the hillside, where white flowers are blooming. Flowers are interesting: round heads and white fluff. When the wind blows, they fly lightly, fly, fly high. I had a hard time catching a small white flower flying in the air.
Mother said, "This is dandelion. It is never satisfied to stay in a remote corner. It likes to travel to the outside world. "
My mother's words left a deep impression on my young mind. At night, I often dream that I have become a white dandelion, floating over the vast world.
Soon, I went to primary school, and my mother sewed me a flower bag. There are several white dandelions embroidered on the bag, and the words "flying dandelion" are embroidered obliquely next to the flowers. Every day I am like a happy dandelion, flying around on the mountain road from the cabin to the school.
One windy evening, I ran home from school and happily dragged my mother to the hillside covered with dandelions. I sang the children's song "Dandelion Seed" just taught by my teacher to my mother. While singing, I jumped from dandelion to dandelion, and the white flowers floated gently into the sky in my song. My mother looked a little excited, her eyes were bright, and she flew away with the little white flower affectionately.
From my mother's eyes, I seem to see my usual dream at night: a white dandelion, blown by the breeze, flying over the ancient hut, the dense forest and the golden sunshine. ...
With this white dream, I was admitted to middle school. The flower schoolbag embroidered with dandelion is worn out. For several nights, my mother put the flower bag on the table and looked at it for a long time. Later, my mother looked at the oil lamp and made me a blue dress with a white dandelion embroidered on it. I wear a blue dress every day and fly around the main roads and mountain villages of the school.
A few years later, an admission notice from a distant place made my dream about dandelion more real. One evening before leaving, the wind was very strong, and my mother and I unconsciously came to the hillside behind the hut. Dandelions on the hillside fly higher than before. My eyes widened in surprise, and my mother stood not far from me with tears in her eyes. As dusk grew, my mother and I walked back silently. When I arrived at the cabin, my mother took my hand and said softly, "Son, you are a flying dandelion, but you have to fly higher."
From then on, I firmly remembered my mother's words and began to fly around the tree-lined path of the university.
A year later, I sent a poem that flew into newspapers and magazines from a tree-lined path to my mother in the mountains, and wrote a paragraph: "Mom, the delicate dandelion that flew away from you not only learned to fly, but also learned how to fly higher."
Soon, my mother wrote back with a watercolor painting: under a blue sky, it was a hillside full of white dandelions. There is a line on the painting: children in the mountains.
From this painting, I read my mother's sincere yearning-
Under the blue sky, groups of children, with bright eyes, stared blankly at the white dandelion on the hillside and sang happily: I am the seed of dandelion. ...
Isn't this what every mother in the mountains expects?
I still remember that in spring, I foolishly searched for white fluffy spherical dandelion everywhere, then carefully picked it up, held it high, and blew it hard at the sun. Countless umbrellas floated into the air, rippled in the air with the wind, and sometimes fell to the ground. A breeze blew, and the umbrellas staggered up and rose higher and higher.
So there is a melancholy question buried in my heart: where will those distant umbrellas stay? Those little white feathers stretched out in the wind. Are these your flying wings? How much hope does it carry? There are memories and nostalgia for the earth, innocence and dreams for the sky, and hazy yearning for the distance ... You just float, walk in the ideal direction, follow your inner footsteps and chase your yearning goals.
You believe that dreams are just ahead, where the sun rises. You have no worries, no pain, no sadness, and you are scattered all over the world.
One day, you will be full of hope again. Like this time, you will drift with the wind and land in a strange place. In this way, every day, every year, it takes root and sprouts in new soil and blooms new flowers.
6. Dandelion flies over the composition. I've always been a stranger to dandelions.
I have never even looked at it carefully, but once, the little dandelion deeply touched my heart. It was a seminar.
The theme is: What is your ideal? My heart suddenly moved: I want to be an excellent painter when I grow up! I want to speak, so that everyone can give me more confidence! Just when I was thinking, the representative of the art class beat me to it: "I want to be an excellent painter when I grow up, and I want to paint the great rivers and mountains of the motherland with a brush, and I want to create and imagine with a brush. I believe that as long as I make unremitting efforts, I will succeed!" As soon as the voice fell, the students broke into warm and lasting applause. I suddenly froze for a moment and thought, oh, my God! I actually ignored the authority of the art class representative! I thought about it for a moment, then thought about it: no! I can't give up easily, I want to speak, I have to speak! I suddenly raised my hand: "My ideal is to be an excellent painter! I firmly believe that through my hard work and struggle, I will succeed! " "Pa-pa" short and rare applause made me very disappointed, and embarrassment was written all over my face.
After class, what I heard was not the laughter and laughter of my classmates when they were playing, but ridicule and irony: "Oh, someone still wants to be a painter! That's ridiculous! " "Be, be! As far as she is concerned, she dares to compare with the art class representative! " "I think she is dreaming!" "Ha ha ha!" After listening to these words, my heart seemed to fall into the abyss at once, and I was extremely sad at once. After school, I walked on my way home and watched the sunset glow fill the sky, but my mood was terrible! Suddenly, a pure white fluffy little dandelion caught my eye.
Look carefully, there is a small brown-gray seed the size of a grain of rice on this pure white parachute! This is the first time I have observed dandelion so closely and carefully. I think: there are many obstacles outside, but dandelion can take its little ideal seed and never give up flying. As human beings, what reason do we have to be discouraged? Life is like a small dandelion, it is full of ideals, floating in the wind, just to find a soil that belongs to it, take root and sprout.
7. 1 these furry little guys were blown away by the wind in an instant, blurring my eyes. They fluttered wantonly to the sky and fields, like an unknown world; Fly, fly, have their direction, have their beautiful dreams. There are clusters of dandelions on the grass, umbrella-shaped flower balls scattered by the wind. Dandelion fluffy seeds flying in the air, as if to bid farewell to autumn. There is wind in dandelion's memory, and only you are in my memory-the sky is blue, the clouds are pale, and the little girl among dandelions is lonely, holding purple dandelion in her hand, and can't let go of love. The wind determines dandelion.
Fly, I want to fly, the tidbits all over the sky are flying with the wind, and the seeds of love are dotted in the air; Fly, fly together, dandelion seeds are flying all over the sky, flying over the rainy season in the flower season. The wind decides the direction of dandelion, and you decide my sadness. Love is the most beautiful dress. What should I use to cover it up? ! Dandelion flies higher and higher, flying farther and farther, blown by the wind, indulged, burned by the sun, and can never find its home. All the time, all the time, just floating. Dandelion blooms, like a burning butterfly, with golden tears, okay? .
8. I am a dandelion seed, and I have a furry little flower. With a breeze, I left my dear mother, flying, flying. I grow up, I want to find my own sky. I am a dandelion seed, and I have become a dandelion seed. My brothers and sisters and I leaned together and looked up at the blue sky together, just like we were in a daze. Grandpa Sun smiled, as if to say that we were naive. Looking at that white cloud as much as cotton and like gauze, we always want to paint its white clothes with strange colors of nature and act as great painters, because white is too monotonous. Baiyun glanced at us as if to say haughtily, "Little friend, don't try to get my clothes dirty!" " Maybe we are born to like floating on the land of vast expanse and being generous. As soon as the breeze blows, we try to break away from our mother's arms and set sail with her expectation. I was separated from my brothers and sisters, but what we said was not a farewell. We all shouted in the sky: "I want to fly, I want to fly, I still want to fly ..." The attachment to our loved ones was not so strong, and it suddenly came out. I am floating, dancing and happy on the earth. The wind keeps me company, the birds walk with me, and we play happily on the earth. The wind will soon leave, and I can only drift into a grain of soil. Rain moistens me and soil nourishes me. I still love the wind in my heart and always want it to take me to travel again, but I can only sleep with the soil. But my heart is still crying. Looking at the seeds of dandelion, I couldn't help shouting, "fly, fly!" " "In the blink of an eye, the wind took them away. I bowed my head and sighed. I can't be like them. Suddenly, a sweet voice came into my ears. I looked up again and saw a group of children looking at dandelion seeds in the distance, singing "I am dandelion seeds."
9. I want to be a dandelion and let the wind blow me far away.
Floating, floating ... where is my landing site?
Sunshine told me: "the calm lake surface is your landing point, where there is plenty of water." Willow shook her head and said, "The water in the lake will drown the seeds. The water in the calm lake will make the seeds lonely, so they can't germinate." Chunyu said to me: "Go to the root of the mud wall!" " Colorful flowers said, "Come under our land! "We will provide you with nutrition." A few birds said, "Come to my nest! How warm it is to sprout there! " There are really different opinions.
The wind blew gently, blowing me very high ... It was the first time in my life that I tried to fly, floating leisurely, floating leisurely. ...
The wind blows harder and harder, and I fly in the air ... petals follow me; Baiyun accompanies me; The sun shines on me; Fang Xin followed me; Spring rain seems to be singing in a low voice ... I have no worries, no scruples, no pain, no sadness, only a smile on my face.
The wind has become as mild as before. I danced with the breeze and sang loudly.
My body gradually, gradually collapsed. I landed in a place with beautiful scenery and flowers. I looked around curiously: I saw a gurgling brook and a tall banyan tree shielding me from the sun, and sometimes a few leaves fell, and sometimes sweet rain dripped. The breeze said to me, "this is your landing site, and you will take root here in the future."
Time flies, and a few months have passed in such a hurry. Moistened by sunshine and rain, dandelion, once petite, has now thrived.
I know, I have grown up.
I gently opened my eyes, the wind gently blew (pulled) my hair, and the light rain gently sprinkled on my face ... This scenery gently opened my heart and I was deeply intoxicated. ...
I closed my eyes slightly drunk and entered a sweet dream. ...
I know, this is a beautiful dream.
I also know that since dandelion left its mother's embryo, it began to look for its own landing site. I appreciate dandelion very much, so I have an indelible impression on the property of ordinary workers, and I admire their indomitable spirit.
There is also a dandelion in my house. Its stem is very thick. Whenever dandelion blossoms, my mood is extremely happy. Whenever dandelions are blown away by the wind, I can feel that they are going to find their own landing site.
I believe they will be like my beautiful dream: petals follow them; White clouds accompany them; The sun shines on them, the fragrance follows them ... they will have no troubles, no pain, no sadness. ...