Dandelion Diary 1 Inadvertently raised my forehead buried in the sea of books, and my eyes were a little tired, so I took a casual look. There is a mass of white, and I can only see it vaguely, although it is small. I held out my hand and saw it clearly. It fell into my hands, so small and exquisite. It seems to be all in my eyes, and I can't hold anything else. Tiny body, snow-white color, with a black seed in the middle, it seems that you can feel its existence in your hand, so light, as if it will go with the wind the next second. My heart quieted down with it and my thoughts flew. So this is life. In people's eyes, humble life is now in my hands, and where will its future go? It doesn't belong here, just looking for its home with the wind.
At this time, my mood slowly sank again. I have some complaints in my heart, and I don't know where to complain at the moment. Dandelion, the world is so big, why did you come to this classroom without half an inch of land and face a group of people who turned a blind eye to you and didn't know how to love you? Why did you choose here? Perhaps, you have no choice but to blindly follow the fate, and you are just a dispensable one in the hands of fate. What is fate? This is just an excuse. I don't believe in fate. I only trust myself and the people I trust. Although I can't change anything, I will help you when you and I meet. Go to the window, open the paper, blow gently and you set sail again. I know I can't do more for you. The road ahead is unknown. I wish you a land of your own in the near future. Life is beautiful.
Diary of Dandelion 2 I am Dandelion. When I was a seed, I had a small umbrella. I can fly when the wind comes. What's it like to fly? At that time, I kept thinking, and I think other seeds around me were thinking, too, because they also had umbrellas.
Finally, the wind came and we all flew. This feeling is both exciting and incredible. That's it, me, fly.
Where did I fly? I don't know.
It's the wind and spring breeze again, which makes me grow, take root and relax my leaves. When I grew into a dandelion, I suddenly found that I was the only dandelion here. Finally, in the excitement after the flight, I began to miss those seeds. Where did they go? How are they now? Are they dandelions, too Are there dandelions around them? But no one answered me. The wind only takes away, but does not bring it.
So, I also opened a flower and put a lot of umbrellas, but it was not a seed, it was my letter, and I wanted to tell them that I was here. So, I wait. I am waiting for the wind to bring my letters to my destination, and I am also waiting for their letters that the wind may bring.
In my waiting, I flew over bees, butterflies, Xiaoyan, geese and many other things, but nothing was what I wanted. I keep my eyes open. It is incredible that my life is so long. So, I saw the last snow flying over my head.
No, God has given me several months of life, but I still have to close my eyes, because I am just a dandelion. I know I will never see them again, because I am just a dandelion.
Where are you? I miss you so much.
Diary of Dandelion 3 There is a group of dandelions submerged in weeds on a wasteland by the sea. If you don't look carefully, you really can't find it. I didn't expect such a delicate dandelion to live in such a wilderness.
Dandelion's pole is still a little light green, which is the season for you to release your children. Furry, especially to the touch in weeds; White, especially pure; Tall, ready to travel.
I know you've been through a lot. When you fly here, you are so small that no one cares about you and no grass knows it. When you miss the bright sunshine and the vast land, you will work hard to grow, take root and sprout, grow leaves, grow buds and grow your new generation. ...
I have never been to the future before, but I know that when you take root and sprout, there will be contemptuous words in the weeds: "Just you?" Daydreaming? "You think: as long as I take root in the ground. When you grow a stem, the weed still says discontentedly, "Look, you are occupying a position again!"! Go away! "
You think: I don't care about them, just do my own thing. Weeds have to be appreciated for a while when you grow leaves. When you grow a bud, you will think: is everything I have done in my life just for the departure of my child? The sunset decorated you, but you decorated my eyes.
When you die, you are like a wisp of smoke, and you disappear like Fei Ying. Where did your children go? Oh, my God! Oh, my God! What about the expectations of your mother's hometown at that time? Where did it go in your memory? Where did it go? Where the hell are your roots? Are you "free"? Even if you live by faith all your life, what about your heart? You are rooted in the ground, but in the weeds, you become an ethereal life. Do you feel good inside? What exactly do we need? With the child's departure, wandering can only be sad.
After feeling your sky, I read these words carefully: "If the earth loses its gravity, I will become a meteor and float in the sky without any support." Oh, no! In order to reject this' freedom', I am willing to become a tree root and go deep into the stratum. "Where did our souls go? Take root ... leave ... take root ...
Dandelion Diary 4 On August 17 of a certain year, the wind breathed slightly.
I will never forget my mother's eyes before we left.
I am a dandelion seed, and some people call us little paratroopers. Pack your bags and prepare your backpack today. I am about to leave my mother and go to the long-awaited outside world.
Uncle Feng sent many trains to pick up my brothers and sisters. I grabbed my parachute, jumped on the train, rode away, looked back and met my mother with worried eyes.
What is she worried about?
Before I thought it over, my mother's figure was submerged in the air.
August 18, the weather is the same as yesterday.
I am so weak, my mind is blank and I feel weak all over.
I know very well that if I can't find a suitable home again, I will fall asleep and never wake up.
By the way, I have been to Xiaohao Stream, which my mother told me, but what I saw was not flowers and birds, but grass lying on the ground, and the willows by the stream were small and weak. The color of the stream is like ink, and it smells like inferior ink. Is this a stream?
Ah, a little loss of vitality, I'm going to die soon, right?
As soon as I closed my eyes, I felt that I was landing on something wet and soft.
So tired, so tired. ...
I fell asleep deeply.
On February 29th of one year, the sun woke up all the living things on the earth.
I don't know how long, I woke up.
Surrounded by the darkness on the edge of the empty space, I was so scared that I desperately grabbed the soil on it. When I am full of light, I know that I am born again.
The warm sunshine shines on me through the thin and dense leaves of chlorophytum, and I am bathed in its warmth.
A 10-year-old girl stared at me with a happy smile on her face, stroking my leaves and whispered to me: Vivi, you must grow up well!
I quietly keep this sentence in mind.
Dandelion Diary On Monday, July 5, 20xx 10, the Dandelion Social Practice Team of the Party Building of the School of Law and Politics of Lingnan Normal University ushered in a brand-new day. This day is full and busy.
The warm morning light shines obliquely into the window, which makes people feel warm. Early in the morning, our team members got up one after another to prepare for today's highlight-"Opening Ceremony". The opening ceremony is a starting line of this teaching and research activity, which has laid a good foundation for us to better carry out activities in rural areas.
Happy songs fluttered with the wind and the opening ceremony officially began. On the playground, our lovely and lively classmates lined up neatly. They are full of energy and vigor, just like the rising sun. At the beginning of the ceremony, the host Lai Xiaoting made an opening speech, introduced the guests attending the opening ceremony-President Zhao Zhifeng, all the students present and all the members of the Dandelion Social Practice Team, and extended a warm welcome to them. Then, it's time for poetry reading. Three members of the Dandelion Practice Team entered the stadium in turn and recited the poem "Facing Bright Red party flag" together. The recitations of the three contestants were passionate and magnificent, praising the great achievements of the motherland since the founding of the Party 95 years ago and conveying a deep patriotic feeling for us.
The poetry recitation of the team members inspired our patriotic enthusiasm and made us feel extremely proud of our motherland! Next, it's our captain Ding Ma's turn to speak. The captain placed deep expectations on the opening ceremony and hoped that our activities could be carried out smoothly. We also thank the headmaster for his support in our work and care in our life.
Dandelion Diary 6 On the grass outside the window, there are a few lush dandelions. The golden stamens stretch in the wind every day, as if to say to me with a smile: "Spring, spring, go out and have a look!" .
I walked along the tree-lined path under the ancient city wall and saw that the slope was crowded with golden flowers, like light and shadow projected on the crown of the tree. It doesn't have the beauty of the countryside-it doesn't yearn for those. It smiles leisurely in the sun, always reminding me of children's carefree smiling faces. Dandelion in spring is the most vivid and beautiful, but few people know that the most beautiful color of dandelion is when the curtain is about to fall, when it only has a fluffy ball, just like the fog in the air.
Few people know that dandelion is the most beautiful in that sunshine. When it flies away, it is scattered with the wind, and the silver awn reflected by the weak sunlight always reminds me of the meteor that flashed in the night sky.
Looking at the dandelion on the slope, I think of the dandelion on the lawn downstairs and the dandelion by the wall. The whole brain seems to be full of golden smiles. Where did they come from? Did it fly down the slope? Once the dandelion is ripe, where will it fly? Will you come back next spring?
Are we also like dandelions, occasionally rising in the early summer wind somewhere and drifting in the sunset and Xu Feng for a long time? You don't know where your home is, and you don't know where the road is. You just drift with your dreams.
Will you be timid because of this? Will you choose to indulge in depravity in the warm sunshine, or will you summon up the courage to sail and be at home all over the world? Whether on a fertile and vast hillside or in a dark corner, will you stick to your original heart? Will you try to grow and sprout?
Dandelion will never die, because it goes with the wind and blooms everywhere.
Dandelion Diary 7 Today is July 16, and the weather forecast is released in yellow rainstorm warning signal, so it is in a state of strong wind and heavy rain all day today. Compared with so many sunny days before, it suddenly turned into rainy weather, which brought us some inconvenience more or less. For example, the sports meeting tomorrow afternoon will become a big problem. If there are no outdoor and indoor venues, the venue is very limited, and it will be more difficult to hold a sports meeting. In addition, the holding of the literary evening has also become a difficult problem. I have been entangled in the specific time before, whether it is before dinner or after dinner, and whether the lighting problem can be solved. If we can't solve it, we can only hold it before dark. Now it seems that rainy days are the biggest problem. If it is to be carried out indoors, the venue is very limited and it cannot be carried out smoothly. In view of the above problems, the group leader discussed with the group leaders and some group members, asked the elder sister who went to the countryside in the last session of Xinyou Primary School, and asked a small classmate of Xinyou Primary School to get information about parents' attendance in previous years. These two problems need to be solved urgently.
It is said that rainy days and singing are more suitable. Therefore, our literary and art group perfectly combines singing with the sound of rain, singing our beautiful mood and singing every day. In order to prepare for the literary evening, it takes a lot of time, patience and energy to rehearse every program and try to do every scene well. I am encouraged to see that everyone is rehearsing the program with great care, and my determination to do a good job in the program is even stronger. Even if it is windy and rainy, it still can't stop our dandelion practice team from moving forward.
Dandelion flies against the wind in the wind and rain, fearless.
Dandelion Diary 8 I am as white as snow and as light as a cloud. When the wind blew gently, I flew into the sky. Yes, I'm dandelion! What a beautiful world!
I must look around and find an ideal home. Uncle Feng opened his mouth wide, poof. I left my mother's arms and started my journey leisurely.
Gone with the wind, gone with the wind, I drifted to the field. Looking around, the field is like a beautiful drawing board: immature rice is like the main color of the drawing board, and wild flowers everywhere decorate the picture with colorful colors. Several simple farmhouses in the distance add icing on the cake to this painting. Hard-working farmers are the creators of this beautiful painting.
I drifted to the beautiful lake. The lake is shaded by trees, and the cute little squirrel is like a naughty child, always playing with the big tree. Climb to the top of the tree elder brother for a while, jump around in the arms of the tree elder brother for a while, and have fun with the tree elder brother; Later, I came down to ask tourists for food. Sometimes the water is blue and rippling, and sometimes it is as calm as a mirror. A few graceful lotus flowers are beautiful in a big green lotus leaf. Some of them are as white as snow, some are as pink as Xia, and some are as red as fire. As Yang Wanli said, "The lotus leaves are infinitely blue the next day, and the lotus flowers are different red the next day."
Gone with the wind, I drifted to the mountains. The mountains there are really dangerous! There are cliffs everywhere, which are daunting; The truth there
Strange! Some are like generals who throw their weight around, and some are like black dragons who are walking on clouds; Others are like naughty and lovely monkeys; The mountains there.
How high! Mountain peaks rise from the ground and soar into the sky! The mountains there are winding and towering.
Seeing so many beautiful peaks, I know I have found my ideal home. I decided to stop traveling and stay here.
Dandelion Diary 9 Dandelion is a brave child, because when he was very young, he left his mother to find his own place.
Xiaobei is one of them. Her mother entrusted her to Grandma Feng and asked Grandma Feng to take her to settle down. When Grandma Feng gently touched the area, Xiaobei began to glide lightly. The first green grass you see, tender grass swaying from side to side, seems to welcome Xiaobei to settle down.
Grandma Feng looked at Xiao Bei expectantly. Xiaobei shook his head and said, "Although this place is full of vitality, I want to make it beautiful where I am needed more." Grandma Feng looked at her inexplicably and said, "Where do you need it? Do you know where I need you ... well, who told me to promise your mother? "
After a long journey, they came to a small town. This town is quiet, simple and full of vitality.
They came to a beautiful street again-in the soft red light on the horizon, the distant valley was hazy and clear green. Blossoming delicate and charming buds are scattered on the grass, and there is a lovely little girl sitting on the grass. Somehow, the little girl was sobbing softly.
Grandma Xiaobei and Feng approached the little girl and heard her muttering, "Why ... why did Mom pull dandelions?" ? Dandelion is much more elegant than these flashy flowers. It's not the wild flower in my mother's mouth ... Now there are no dandelions ... Who will play with me? .. "Xiaobei listened and begged Grandma Feng to put her down-she decided that no matter what the wind and rain, she would bloom strongly for the little girl.
Xiaobei takes root and grows here. The little girl is very happy and comes to see Xiaobei every day. But not long after, the little girl's mother found out and wanted to pull Xiaobei away, but strangely, no matter how her mother treated her, she still stood proudly among the flowers and bloomed beautifully for the little girl.
Dandelion Diary10 From July 20xx 10 to July 20xx 19, the student social practice team of Dandelion College of Law and Politics of Lingnan Normal University conducted a ten-day social practice in Suixi Xinyou Primary School in Zhanjiang City. This practical team, led by experienced China * * * production party party member, has more than 30 national outstanding members who have a strong desire to join the * * * production party, and has been highly valued by the college party committee and counselors.
As a team, it is important to have the purpose and spirit of your own team. Someone asked, what is the purpose of building a dandelion social practice team?
As a social practice team of college students, our aim is to lead the future with dreams, ignite youth with passion, exercise ourselves with actions and sincerely repay the society. Our strength is limited, but what we can create is infinite. What we have to do is to put this infinite thing back into society.
So what is the purpose of dandelion social practice team?
Our team tells you one thing, what is the dandelion spirit of party building.
After school in the afternoon, there is an emergency water stop. The captain immediately called everyone together, took their buckets and went to the only water source-the village government-to get water for use. There are many girls in the team, so it is unrealistic for everyone to move back in a bucket. Reminiscent of the soldiers passing sandbags one after another when the flood broke out, 40 of us lined up in a long line from the village government to the kitchen, and quickly solved the water problem by relay.
What is the dandelion spirit of party building?
Unity is the spirit of dandelion.
Dandelion Diary 1 1 I am a little dandelion. I hugged my mother tightly, but one day, my mother said, "Son, when you grow up, you have to live by yourself." Soon there was a strong wind.
Ah! I was blown away by the wind. I shouted in the air, "mom, mom, where are you?" I didn't hear my mother's response. In this way, I came to an empty land, and I saw many bugs that wanted to eat me. It's raining, and all the bugs have run away. I shouted "thank you" to the sky, because I am still a weak dandelion, so I can't drink water by myself. I have to rely on rain to support myself. Two days later, an earthworm came to me and dug for me, beside me. I can't help the earthworm, I can only stand up strongly, because I can't stop living because of its death. I will have a large group of small dandelions myself in the future. After a long time, I may forget that little earthworm, but I will always know that a little earthworm has helped me many times in the past.
Later, I had a group of "cuties". One day, a gust of wind blew and all my "little cuties" left. Thinking about their lovely appearance, I think of my mother. I shouted to the sky: "I wish you happiness and good luck!" "
We all grew up from childhood, and we may encounter many problems along the way, but we must persist! A beautiful life awaits us ahead! Come on! My friends!