It seems to be waving a blessing, and it seems to be crying goodbye. In fact, dandelion seeds and dandelion don't need too many farewell words, just silently goodbye.
Silence beside this painting, what more beautiful language can I have? I can only let my thoughts surge like a flood ... the sadness of graduation continues to high school, and the teachers before graduation make us miss it more. When I enter a tense and full high school classroom, I often compare junior high school teachers with senior high school teachers in my mind, and I am always unsure which teacher is better.
Such a difficult choice has brought the feeling of missing to its peak. I can't help playing back those warm pictures over and over again in my mind ... When I first entered junior high school, the teacher looked at my naive and surprised face with kind but severe eyes. I quickly learned that the class teacher's surname is Xu, a famous zhixing, and I laughed heartily. Zhixing? Is it Wu Yong, the intellectual star of Liangshan? This makes me feel very kind when I love to see the water margin.
The next few days made me more excited. Fluent Mandarin and vivid classroom atmosphere make us intoxicated by the flowers in China and bathed in the comfort of clear spring. Even you are touched. The slightly rising corners of your mouth show your happiness, and there seems to be crow's feet in the corner of your eyes, burning your hard work. You said let us understand the text in reading and make reading our habit. In this way, with the passage of time, my respect for you is increasing day by day ... Under the blue sky, I saw dandelion again, a dandelion flower like cotton candy, with dandelion seeds, enjoying the peace easily in the green grass and sunshine.
Such a beautiful day passed in a flash. On the eve of graduation, your lady's short hair, which was originally combed straight, suddenly became a little messy, and her crisp voice became hoarse and even choked.
I asked other teachers, and they all said that xu teacher is always like this when students are about to graduate. I was moved by what I said: the old teacher could not bear to part with us, and she might cry.
Yes, "a teacher for a day, a father for life", which parent wants to leave their children? In the eyes of all our classmates, xu teacher is our mother. Although it is only three years, this kind of love has changed for many years and has been abandoned! In the days near the senior high school entrance examination, xu teacher still childishly organized us to hold a coeducational tug-of-war competition. On the playground full of tension in the senior high school entrance examination, the sound of tug-of-war in our class is very uncoordinated with the reading sound of junior three students in other classes.
But xu teacher seems so happy. She has been integrated into the competition and our collective. The sound of our refueling resounds through the sky, which has become a unique oath for this class to meet the senior high school entrance examination ... Dandelion flowers fly in the wind, over hills, over rivers and towards further goals. Looking back from the direction of dandelion flowers dying, my thoughts stayed at the moment of graduation: winning, losing, sweating. When we start a new starting point from the finish line, you stand on the three-foot platform with a thick stack of diplomas beside you.
You announced our names again. Every time you report one, you will be silent for three seconds. It seems that you have turned over the past three years in this short three seconds. You solemnly handed us the certificate with both hands. This kind of transmission has condensed three years of sweat and tears.
I will never forget that moment, when your trembling lips looked forward to your eyes. You taught us with a clear voice, let us remember: no matter how rugged the road to pursue our dreams is, we must fight and chase! You are also looking forward to saying that we will meet again in 20 years ... Yes, dear teacher, I remember this beautiful agreement in the name of dandelion seeds. You are dandelion, and we are the flowers around you.
Time flies, we all fly away, and you are still in the same place, still waiting for that land to be so infatuated. You should be proud that dandelion seeds can fly, struggle, take root and grow in a broader and more fertile place; Please also believe that all dandelion seeds will remember that there were many unforgettable stories and a constant agreement in the graduation summer when we sent them away.
2. Imitate the composition of dandelion ~ The obliquely upward dandelion seeds fly slowly along the soft sunshine track, leaving only a bare dandelion stem, quietly staying in place and swaying.
It seems to be waving a blessing, and it seems to be crying goodbye. In fact, dandelion seeds and dandelion don't need too many farewell words, just silently goodbye.
Silence beside this painting, what more beautiful language can I have? I can only let my thoughts surge like a flood ... the sadness of graduation continues to high school, and the teachers before graduation make us miss it more. When I enter a tense and full high school classroom, I often compare junior high school teachers and senior high school teachers in my mind, and I am always unsure which teacher is better.
Such a difficult choice has brought the feeling of missing to its peak. I can't help playing back those warm pictures over and over again in my mind ... When I first entered junior high school, the teacher looked at my naive and surprised face with kind but severe eyes. I quickly learned that the class teacher's surname is Xu, a famous zhixing, and I laughed heartily. Zhixing? Is it Wu Yong, the intellectual star of Liangshan? This makes me feel very kind when I love to see the water margin.
The next few days made me more excited. Fluent Mandarin and vivid classroom atmosphere make us intoxicated by the flowers in China and bathed in the comfort of clear spring. Even you are touched. The slightly rising corners of your mouth show your happiness, and there seems to be crow's feet in the corner of your eyes, burning your hard work. You said let us understand the text in reading and make reading our habit. In this way, with the passage of time, my respect for you is increasing day by day ... Under the blue sky, I saw dandelion again, a dandelion flower like cotton candy, with dandelion seeds, enjoying the peace easily in the green grass and sunshine.
Such a beautiful day passed in a flash. On the eve of graduation, your lady's short hair, which was originally combed straight, suddenly became a little messy, and her crisp voice became hoarse and even choked.
I asked other teachers, and they all said that xu teacher is always like this when students are about to graduate. I was moved by what I said: the old teacher could not bear to part with us, and she might cry.
Yes, "a teacher for a day, a father for life", which parent wants to leave their children? In the eyes of all our classmates, xu teacher is our mother. Although it is only three years, this kind of love has changed for many years and has been abandoned! In the days near the senior high school entrance examination, xu teacher still childishly organized us to hold a coeducational tug-of-war competition. On the playground full of tension in the senior high school entrance examination, the sound of tug-of-war in our class is very uncoordinated with the reading sound of junior three students in other classes.
But xu teacher seems so happy. She has been integrated into the competition and our collective. The sound of our refueling resounds through the sky, which has become a unique oath for this class to meet the senior high school entrance examination ... Dandelion flowers fly in the wind, over hills, over rivers and towards further goals. Looking back from the direction of dandelion flowers dying, my thoughts stayed at the moment of graduation: winning, losing, sweating. When we start a new starting point from the finish line, you stand on the three-foot platform with a thick stack of diplomas beside you.
You announced our names again. Every time you report one, you will be silent for three seconds. It seems that you have turned over the past three years in this short three seconds. You solemnly handed us the certificate with both hands. This kind of transmission has condensed three years of sweat and tears.
I will never forget that moment, when your trembling lips looked forward to your eyes. You taught us with a clear voice, let us remember: no matter how rugged the road to pursue our dreams is, we must fight and chase! You are also looking forward to saying that we will meet again in 20 years ... Yes, dear teacher, I remember this beautiful agreement in the name of dandelion seeds. You are dandelion, and we are the flowers around you.
Time flies, we all fly away, and you are still in the same place, still waiting for that land to be so infatuated. You should be proud that dandelion seeds can fly, struggle, take root and grow in a broader and more fertile place; Please also believe that all dandelion seeds will remember that there were many unforgettable stories and a constant agreement in the graduation summer when we sent them away.
I am an unknown dandelion, and I have a good time every day. Grandfather Sun said, "When I grow up, my snow-white seeds will float around the world with the wind and fall on the ground, and will gradually grow into beautiful dandelions."
I am very much looking forward to the day when I grow up. I waited a long time. Finally, one day, I poked my little head out of the grass. I saw the blue sky, green grass and beautiful world! I want to fly, but I can't. I waited quietly on the grass for several days. Finally one day, a gust of wind blew me up. I cried happily in the sky: "I flew!" " I am flying! "I am an unknown dandelion and have a good time every day. Grandfather Sun said, "When I grow up, my snow-white seeds will float around the world with the wind and fall on the ground, and will gradually grow into beautiful dandelions. "
I am very much looking forward to the day when I grow up. I waited a long time. Finally, one day, I poked my little head out of the grass. I saw the blue sky, green grass and beautiful world! I want to fly, but I can't. I waited quietly on the grass for several days. Finally one day, a gust of wind blew me up. I cried happily in the sky: "I flew!" " I am flying! "I am an unknown dandelion and have a good time every day. Grandfather Sun said, "When I grow up, my snow-white seeds will float around the world with the wind and fall on the ground, and will gradually grow into beautiful dandelions. "
I am very much looking forward to the day when I grow up. I waited a long time. Finally, one day, I poked my little head out of the grass. I saw the blue sky, green grass and beautiful world! I want to fly, but I can't. I waited quietly on the grass for several days. Finally one day, a gust of wind blew me up. I cried happily in the sky: "I flew!" " I am flying! "I am an unknown dandelion and have a good time every day. Grandfather Sun said, "When I grow up, my snow-white seeds will float around the world with the wind and fall on the ground, and will gradually grow into beautiful dandelions. "
I am very much looking forward to the day when I grow up. I waited a long time. Finally, one day, I poked my little head out of the grass. I saw the blue sky, green grass and beautiful world! I want to fly, but I can't. I waited quietly on the grass for several days. Finally one day, a gust of wind blew me up. I cried happily in the sky: "I flew!" " I am flying! "
I am a dandelion.
Spring has come, and a breeze is blowing on me, which is particularly warm.
As for me, I am a humble dandelion on the newly sprouted grass.
Today, a careful little girl found this dandelion, gently broke our stem, and happily ran to her mother and said, "What a beautiful dandelion!" " "After that, she blew hard at my body. Our dandelion brothers and sisters all flew away from their mother and drifted to the future life.
I floated and floated. First, I saw a forest. I greeted a big tree grandfather, and he smiled and said to me, "How brave the little dandelion is!" " Traveling alone! "After listening, my heart is sweeter than eating honey!
I'm floating again, and I'll float to the sea. I say hello to aunt seagull excitedly. She said to me, "How brave the little dandelion is!" "After listening, I am still so happy.
I drift again and again. This time I drifted to the golden beach. I saw people playing beach volleyball happily, and each of them was very happy. I laughed too.
Now, it's dark, and I'm floating again, floating on a very fertile land. I finally fell. After a hard day, I fell asleep and entered a sweet dream.
Please imitate reading a dandelion and writing a composition. If I were a dandelion, I would ride the wind to see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.
I want to fly to Huangshan in Hunan to enjoy the amazing "Four Wonders of Huangshan"-strange pines, strange rocks, sea of clouds and hot springs; I want to fly to the magnificent Potala Palace to appreciate the essence of ancient architecture and the treasure house of Tibetan culture and art; I want to fly to the beautiful Three Gorges of the Yangtze River and visit the majestic and steep Qutang Gorge, the wonderful and colorful Wuxia Gorge and Xiling Gorge. I also want to fly to Guilin, which has the reputation of "Guilin's landscape is the best in the world", to enjoy the landscape paintings with tall and straight peaks and beautiful rivers. If I were a dandelion, I would fly to Taiwan Province Province in the wind and bring greetings from my compatriots in the mainland to Taiwan Province Province.
I will also sincerely invite them to come to the motherland and appreciate the beauty of the mountains and rivers of the motherland. The smoke of war still threatens many countries.
If I were a dandelion, I would ride the wind to those war-torn countries and take root in the ruins of my little body. I want to take root and sprout there, so that the colors of the ruins are no longer monotonous.
If I were dandelion, I would come to those seriously ill patients. The patient's life is monotonous. They can only look at the ceiling all day long. What fun will there be on the dead ceiling? I will thrive on the windowsill of the ward, make the patients rejuvenate, and exchange my life for a little smile from the patients.
If I were a dandelion, I would come to the children in poor mountainous areas. I want to grow up in the wet soil, so that they can truly feel that life is so beautiful, so that they can live with confidence and tenacity, and never lose heart again. If I were a dandelion, I would grow up and cultivate more little dandelions, so that they can realize their dreams and change the world.
6. Write an article about dandelion
emerald green
Vilen,
Fill with ...
soft
flower
Under the white clouds,
bouncing
lively
Deer;
abandon oneself to
A lingering breeze
Dandelion.
according to
Agreement,
warm
Sunshine,
Spilled it again
golden
Romantic.
Beyond the Great Wall
Great wall,
Here it comes again.
smart
Dawn.
vernal
Spring breeze,
indifferently
sing
sunnyside
awkward
Distant mountain,
Sense of mission; sense of responsibility
damp
Love.
Who is it,
wake up
chromatic
Memory?
Who is it,
Found it back
lose
Tender as water?
life
In the world; After all, after all
The most beautiful
Flowers,
always
get rid of
full-bodied
Aromatic,
perform
Pearl-shaped
Rainbow.
Sunlit
Life,
number; amount; how many; how much
It's beautiful.
Listen,
The wind blows,
Clouds float,
The flowers are blooming,
My heart is drunk-
Like to taste it
Store for many years
Daughter red.
that
On the green field
Dandelion,
Do you still want it
Flying?
Take me with you,
Fuck you and mine.
* * * and Vision
Far away,
So I can
In the Garden of Eden
Among the roses,
continue
I am haunted by dreams.
7. There is a metaphor for writing a 600-word composition of dandelion. As soon as autumn comes, there are always some bright yellow flowers like chrysanthemums crowded among the dense green grass, which are in full bloom. Sometimes these yellow flowers attract hardworking bees to collect nectar! It is said that these yellow flowers are dandelions.
It's even colder these days. The yellow dandelion flowers on the grass turned into fluffy white balls, the size of table tennis. The teacher said this is the seed of dandelion.
On the grass, I picked a dandelion and observed it carefully: Ah! This is the seed ball of dandelion, which consists of many seeds. Is it just dandelion flowers? It's amazing! There is a long Mao Mao on each seed, just as the article says. These long Mao Mao are made into parachutes, which are really beautiful. I was staring at the dandelion seriously when suddenly a gust of wind blew over. Half of dandelion seeds in my hand float into the air with the wind, which really looks like parachutes and paratroopers. Some of the small paratroopers floated into the flower beds in the distance, and some even flew over the school wall and landed there.
I put the remaining half of dandelion to my mouth and blew it gently. The dandelion seeds flew away with parachutes. All I have left in my hand is a container full of small holes. I looked down at dandelion, whose leaves were yellow, because it was taller than grass and looked lonely, like a mother who sent her child to a distant place, expecting good news from her child.
I recall the text I learned. Dandelion's mother prepared a parachute for the children. As long as the breeze blows gently, the children will skip away from their mother.
I looked up and saw my classmates chasing dandelions flying in the air on the grass. I walked up to the teacher and said, "Teacher, they are free, leaving their mother and staying at home everywhere. Is this the mother's hope? " The teacher smiled and said nothing.
The bell rang and we all reluctantly returned to the classroom.
Seeing dandelion, I think that all of us are actually dandelion seeds, and they will rush to all directions of the free world in the future.