Appreciation of Dandelion-related Prose Part I: Dandelion in My Heart
The familiar earthy smell outside the bamboo fence. Memories are burning gently, dandelion falls in the corner and returns to the original beauty.
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In the early morning of late autumn, I watched the falling golden autumn leaves, listened to the whisper of frost, and 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, causing bright splash. 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.
Appreciation of Dandelion Essays Part II: Dandelion Umbrella
Blue sky and white clouds. A dandelion lives in this endless Yuan Ye.
I am a member of this dandelion umbrella. I always thought of it as my mother. My mother told me and everyone since she was a child. "This endless leaf is my mother's life, and this leaf's life is also related to my mother's fate, so my mother wants us to repay this leaf with an umbrella." So our little umbrella has never changed its dream since childhood, that is, to scatter our footprints on this leaf, and these footprints will be like mom's in the near future, and then this leaf will be more vibrant because of our existence.
Time is up. Mother dandelion said to us, "children, it's time to test you." It's time to contribute to our master yuan. Are you ready? " Come on! I believe you can do it! "At this time the wind is just right. Mother told us to get ready and leave later. Although the umbrellas really don't want to leave, they have to leave in the end. I am determined to fulfill my dream and let this Yuan Ye leave my footprints. At this time, the wind came, and my mother was reluctant to let go. Our hearts were very sour. We looked at my mother with tears in our eyes until the wind blew me away and I couldn't see her clearly.
The wind, soon. He blows me around, blows me up, blows me down, and lets me fly as I please. Sometimes the wind stops so hard that I can't help hitting a stone and starting my "trip" before I faint. I used to wonder if other umbrellas were left behind and grew into a dandelion like my mother. But I am still drifting, and I don't know when I will stop. This journey is really hard! By the way, my mother finally said, "believe in yourself, you can do it!" " "
The wind has stopped. I don't know when. I only know that my dream is to add a little life to vilen. With this dream, I found this piece of vilen, thinking about repaying this piece of vilen that raised us with my brothers and sisters in the future.
Appreciation of Dandelion-related Prose Part III: Dandelion
If you only put noble roses in a vase, then you naturally don't understand the beauty of dandelions in the field. Bathed in the morning sunshine, blooming in the wind, pure yellow, brilliant gold, standing in the grass, standing alone. Let people look at it and never forget it, just want to get it forever.
Spring comes very late in this place. It's past March. Only the stream behind the house is still dry, but the mountain behind the stream is still yellow, not to mention my colorless house. So I often go out for a walk and ask for the news of spring again and again. That's it, since it can't be prosperous and gorgeous, it's simple and gorgeous! Just like in front of my eyes, the scorching sun shines on the snow-capped mountains, holding up the afterglow, and the golden light flashes in the paradise near at hand, the land far away from the horizon, and in my sad world.
Maybe my world is far away, maybe my life should be like this. I have never seen roses. In fact, such a big mountain, my heart can not hold that luxury, plain is my only wish.
Occasionally, I will pick a few dry grass and Lvmu, put them in vases, decorate my humble house, and tell myself that "a sinking boat will cross Qian Fan, and a sick tree will lead Wan Muchun". If I'm lucky, I can bring some dandelions back, so that my home will be warm in an instant and the flowers will bloom well. I hope the spring life of dandelion is the same.
Last time I went to the mountains to play with my friends, I came across a beautiful dandelion. I don't want to leave for a long time. Finally, he picked one for me, and I moved on with peace of mind, but the dandelion was engraved in my heart forever.
The wooden fence with uneven attendance is lined up, and you can know from the mottled wire that this is a person who has been guarding for many years; The bright green leaves block the fierce sunshine, revealing infinite tenderness from the gaps where the leaves float; The crystal clear stream is surrounded by the heart and comes from afar. This dandelion grows happily around them, which is a perfect life in such a world.
Later, I put the dandelion in my hand into the stream and floated with it, but my friend quickly stopped it and fished it up for me. I always think that I can't stay beautiful if I don't just give it freedom and make it happy. But friends think, since destiny takes a hand wants to have it, why not try to keep it? Maybe it belongs to you, but you just refuse and give up easily. Now the dandelion is lying in my sandalwood box, and I often look up when I am lonely.
I have heard many praises about dandelion, but the beauty of essence is far less than the story of dandelion. Dandelion has no flowers, it has shed its gorgeous coat, revealing its pure white body and mind. Even if it will face the end of life, it will still walk out of this land freely and bravely and continue to be wonderful in the outside world.
Even if that dandelion was treated as a delicious meal by naughty yak, even if that dandelion was uprooted by careless people, even if one day I left here and never came back, even if one day I was in a trance and my thoughts were unclear, even if there were a thousand reasons, I would never forget that dandelion.
If one day, like dandelions, we will disappear at the end of the world, so don't be sad, because as long as we are in this world, even if we are separated by thousands of waters in Qian Shan, there will be a dandelion memory and indelible thoughts.