1. Think of yourself as a dandelion when writing an essay
The vast prairie is running with the galloping wild horses; I want to turn it into a dandelion with only a faint white color and no pollution. Dandelions.
But fate is cruel enough, destroying my beautiful dreams again and again. But the god of luck still favored me.
Finally one day, I realized my ideal. I followed the God of Luck to the world of dandelions, and I found myself transformed into a dandelion.
Oh, great! I'm so happy! I flew to many places with my mother Dandelion. I came to the countryside where the four seasons change. I came from the spring when the grass grows and the orioles fly: colorful flowers bloom, green leaves, cute little swallows and the chirping birds fly by; from the scorching sun in the summer: the crimson blooms The pomegranate flowers, the people taking advantage of the shade under the trees, the cicadas that have been chirping, and the lychees that have already grown fruit are floating over; from the crisp autumn: the red leaves on the trees, and the chrysanthemums all over the mountains and fields are painted purple. Walking through the golden fields with glistening grapes and being blown by the autumn wind; from the snow-covered winter: the white snow on the ground, the plum blossoms blooming in the snow on the trees, the dry branches and the branches made of snow. Jump next to the snowman.
I have seen the most beautiful things and countryside in all four seasons. After seeing the countryside, I came to the city.
This time I am no longer just walking with Mother Dandelion, we have found our own relatives: those who come from the countryside to the city, they live in the city Those who have been pulling out their roots from the soil for many years, those who sleep in the sound of the city but still have their toes covered with soil in their dreams. They are our relatives. They sometimes buy a few small dandelions. Dry it and make tea and drink it, or wash it and chop it into adulterated food, giving your body and mind the freshness and naturalness of the countryside again. Although they are in the city, their thoughts deep in their souls are still inseparable from the countryside.
I hope they can go home and have a look when they are free. I then saw a lot of things and beautiful scenery: the refreshing prairie, the green mountains, the tall Mount Everest and those breathtaking natural scenes.
I flew aimlessly in the air, but my body slowly decomposed, but I was still searching vaguely, searching without giving up. If I were a dandelion, I would fly freely until death. 2. How to write a composition about dandelion
My younger brother likes the grassland in the countryside the most! There were many small flowers and grass growing on the green grass. I asked my brother what flowers and grass he liked best. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said to me: "Sister, dandelion."
Dandelion, a kind of It is an herbaceous plant with many hairs on the flower bulb. When the wind blows, the hairs will dance gracefully.
My brother often makes jokes. When I am not paying attention, he blows the dandelion hairs onto my face. What I feel is really different from what I touch with my hands. It is so furry. , like the feeling of small feathers caressing your face.
Since we moved to the city, we rarely return to our hometown. The green grass in the countryside has disappeared and turned into wasteland. My brother and I used to like to lie on the grass and watch the sun. Go out, watch the sunset, and slowly pass the wonderful time... But now, the grass has withered, the flowers have died, and the grass has turned into a wasteland, but the dandelions are still in full bloom. That piece of grass was slowly erased from the memories of my brother and I, as well as everyone in the countryside. In that area, a dandelion is still growing slowly! 3. I want to write an essay on "Dandelion". How should I write it?
Let me give you a reference. I hope it can help you. I hope you will adopt it.
Dandelion
A seed and a breeze can create a splendid dandelion.
Dandelion is the most peculiar flower I have ever seen, and Not very unrestrained, not particularly delicate, and even blowing away the furry things that make people sneeze, but the dandelions dancing lightly in the air can touch the softest part of people's hearts.
Dandelions The seeds are spread by the wind, and they can thrive with such little power. It is probably the only flower that can fly.
Usually dandelions just observe the world quietly and humbly in every corner. , No matter who wants to take it away, it will never resist, and it will not use thorns and venom to defend others. This is such a thorough love for the world.
Dandelions also have ***. When they burst out, they are large. Dandelions are flying in the air, like flying snowflakes, like low-moving clouds, and the thoughts come to me. Is this the goddess on a patrol in disguise?
The longer the wind blows, the farther the dandelion flies. No matter how remote or desolate the place is, the dandelion is willing to stay there. This is such a selfless love for the world.
< p> Next year, dandelions from all over the country will breed offspring again, and they will start their own journeys and float farther away. This is such a vast love for the world.Such endless dedication, such floating Flying in the sky, they don't care whether the world's eyes are on them, they just go to every corner and keep their roots.
Waiting quietly, flying freely, being at ease with the situation, and living a life of peace and prosperity, dandelions are like Like fire under the iceberg, they are cold and aloof on the outside, but hot-blooded on the inside.
As long as there is a gust of wind, dandelions will let go of their seeds and go with them, no matter where their offspring will go, they will not care for their offspring. Design the way to go, give them wings and let them fly.
A gust of wind, a seed, a piece of dandelion's glory.
You don't need to smell the fragrance of dandelions, just give it a gust of breath The breeze allows it to fly freely. 4. How to write an essay on dandelions
When I was a child, I didn’t like dandelions. They were small, plain velvet flowers that swayed alone in the wind. There was nothing attractive about them. Maybe butterflies and bees flap their wings and fly by, attracting attention!
Later I learned a text called "Dandelion's Daughter (Seed)". Many "little umbrellas" grew on a small dandelion. They all pushed out of the house. They took the "parachute" prepared by their mother for them, and they just floated and floated, falling into the cracks of rocks and corners, stopping in the dewdrops on the grass tips, and floating on the lakes and streams. , laughing and joking, playing around...
Only when I grow up do I realize that dandelions are such a popular little flower. In childhood, a group of children would lie down on the grass to catch crickets, and then clap their hands in surprise: the little flowers are flying... and they would chase the daughters sent out by the dandelion mother; when they grow up, they would hold their favorite girlfriends on their arms. , knelt down and told her that dandelions were more charming than the roses she liked, with a simple and calming color. . 5. How to write an essay about dandelions
There is a field of dandelions in our yard. My brother and I often go to play in the yard. We pick up dandelions and blow them into each other’s faces, until the sky is filled with dandelions. How beautiful! I remember one time, Di Di and I went to play in the dandelion field again, and it turned out to be golden. It was noon, and my brother said in surprise: "It's so magical! Just like a chameleon!" I was also stunned, but we didn't care about it. We went straight to play and we played for a long, long time.
We left when it was almost late, and the dandelion field was slowly changing color. At night, my brother and I came to the yard again, and the dandelion field had turned green, and we slowly fell asleep. My brother and I were really curious, so we ran into the house and asked my mother who was knitting clothes. I asked in surprise, "Mom! Why is the dandelion field green in the morning, golden at noon, and green again at night?" Are there really several chameleons?" The mother smiled and said, "My child! It's not because he is a chameleon! It's because it's hotter at noon and colder in the morning and evening, don't you think? When the weather gets cold, you use green to keep warm. When it gets hot at noon, the gold comes and goes! It’s not like a chameleon!” My brother and I laughed again and said in unison, “That’s not it! Chameleon! We don’t need to be afraid anymore.” So, my brother and I ran out of the house quickly to enjoy the unique happiness. We blew dandelions into each other’s faces and made a sky full of dandelions. We lay down Dandelion was enjoying the *** she gave us comfortably on the ground, so happy! Dandelion! I will always like you, you will always be my favorite! ! ! ! You can learn from it. 6. Think of yourself as a dandelion when writing an essay
The vast prairie is running with the galloping wild horses; I want to be a dandelion with only a faint white color and no pollution. But fate is cruel enough, destroying my beautiful dreams again and again. But the god of luck still favored me. Finally one day, I realized my ideal. I followed the God of Luck to the world of dandelions, and I found myself transformed into a dandelion. Oh, great! I'm so happy! I flew to many places with my mother Dandelion.
I came to the countryside where the four seasons change. I came from the spring when the grass grows and the orioles fly: colorful flowers are blooming, green leaves, cute little swallows and the chirping birds fly by; from the scorching sun Summer: crimson pomegranate flowers blooming, people taking advantage of the shade under the trees, cicadas that have been chirping, and lychees that have already grown fruit are floating over; from the crisp autumn: red leaves on the trees, chrysanthemums all over the mountains and fields. , walking through the golden fields painted with purple grapes and gently blown by the autumn wind; from the silver-covered winter: the white snow on the ground, the plum blossoms blooming in the snow on the trees, and the dry branches with Jumping next to a snowman made of snow. I have seen the most beautiful things and countryside in all four seasons.
After seeing the countryside, I came to the city. This time I no longer just walked with Mother Dandelion, we found our own relatives: those who came from the countryside to the city. They have lived in the city for many years, but their roots are still pulled out from the soil. , those people who are sleeping in the sound of the city, but their dream toes are still stained with mud, they are our relatives, they sometimes buy a few small bundles of dandelions, dry them to make tea, or wash them Chop up the adulterated food and give your body and mind the refreshing and natural breath of the countryside again. Although they are in the city, their thoughts deep in their souls are still inseparable from the countryside. I hope they can go home and have a look during their free time.
I then saw a lot of things and beautiful scenery: the refreshing prairie, the green mountains, the tall Mount Everest and those breathtaking natural scenes.
I flew aimlessly in the air, but my body slowly decomposed, but I was still searching vaguely, searching without giving up. If I were a dandelion, I would fly freely until death. 7. How to write an essay about dandelions (for third grade students)
I like dandelions very much. Every time I see it, I always admire it before leaving.
In spring, when dandelions first grow, their stems are very short and their leaves are almost spread out against the ground. After a while, its green stem slowly grew taller, and small yellow flowers bloomed on the top, like small sunflowers, which were very beautiful.
In early summer, the dandelion flowers slowly withered, but the stems grew taller and taller, almost 30 centimeters long. At this time, there will be pom poms smaller than ping pong balls on the flower belt, some are off-white, some are light pink, some are light pink, small and exquisite, and very cute.
A breeze blew by, and patches of dandelions swayed with the wind. Then, soft white umbrellas floated out of each pom-pom.
The lower end of the small umbrella carries black seeds smaller than sesame seeds. They fly all over the sky, like countless butterflies dancing in the air, very beautiful.
I love you, Dandelion. You spread hope and blessings to all directions. 8. How do primary school students describe dandelions?
"Beautiful Dandelions"
I like dandelions. Although dandelions are not as fragrant as osmanthus, they are cute and interesting.
At the turn of spring and summer, dandelions bloom with golden flowers. In fact, they are not just one "flower" but many flowers forming one flower. Many flowers form a tidbit, and there is something hidden under each flower. There is a very small fruit, and each fruit of the dandelion is covered with very dense and long crests. These small fruits with crests are combined to form a fluffy ball. Whenever the wind blows, the dandelion seeds are blown up by the wind and fall to the ground. They will sprout and grow again the next spring.
Every time I see a dandelion, I feel like I am a dandelion, wearing golden clothes, standing in the sun, and a breeze blows, and my seeds "fly", not only my The seeds "fly", and the seeds of the entire lawn "fly", "fly" to other areas to take root and sprout.
I like dandelions because they have tenacious vitality. No matter where they fly, they can grow there as long as there is soil.