Write a composition according to dandelion cartoons.

1. A child is playing with the cartoon composition of dandelion. You have to see the farthest place. I firmly believe that you will fly with the wind like dandelion, reach the farthest place and fulfill our agreement, Do not forget your initiative mind.

The inscription is white and gentle, floating with the wind, just with the wind, stopping with the wind, crossing ravines and thorns. This is a white dandelion. They came to this field again and saw the scene three years ago.

Looking around, a large white dandelion came into view. They are flying all over the sky, jumping and hovering, and slowly landing on the earth.

Like a breeze blowing a tune. I close my eyes, slowly reach out, hold it in my hand, let it stay in my heart, let them fly with me, swim with the clouds and dance with the wind.

Suddenly, tears unconsciously gushed from the eyes, gently brushed across the cheeks, leaving several tortuous tears on the dry skin. I don't want to wipe it, just let it flow quietly and sit alone next to dandelion. Three years.

Come here again, the flying dandelion is still there, but where are you, young man? Remember the agreement in those days? I still remember three years ago, in that ray of sunshine, a little white fur ball shook its little head happily in the breeze. The teenager wore a white shirt, bowed his head and stayed quietly among the dandelions. No one knows why he likes this little flower, and he has never mentioned it to anyone.

I saw him occasionally look up and gently blow away the dandelion in his hand. Aren't you happy? At this moment, a young girl's voice sounded around him. A girl a few years younger than him came to him. The little girl said, don't be unhappy. Look, how beautiful this dandelion is.

She gently blew the dandelion in front of her eyes and saw many fluffy balls floating gently and dancing in the breeze. "Don't your friends play with you?" "I have no friends." "Then we will be friends in the future." The little girl said with a smile.

The teenager was surprised and took a look at the little girl again. He suddenly felt that the innocent smile was an angel in his heart. From then on.

There are two children playing happily in the field. They also sit quietly next to dandelions.

The teenager said: Dandelion is really beautiful, just like my mother. It turns out that the teenager's mother has passed away, and dandelion is his fond memory of her and his spiritual sustenance.

The teenager asked the little girl: Will we be friends forever? "Of course, we will be good friends for life." "Then when can I fly away like a dandelion?" Where are you going? The little girl said, "No matter where you go, we are best friends. You should come back to see me every year. " "ok." The boy promised.

A week later, the teenager really disappeared. The little girl goes to the fields every day, but she can't see the teenagers. Two years later, the little girl and her parents went to another city, but she always thought about the boy.

Three years later, the little girl came back. She is still waiting for the boy. One day, an aunt told her quietly that the boy would never come back. He's dead. It turned out that the teenager was seriously ill and could not be cured. He died two years ago.

Sadness has always been with the little girl. She has never forgotten that agreement, but it can never be realized again. She still regards the teenager as her best friend in her heart. Looking at the flying dandelion, she feels that the teenager has become a dandelion.

Fly around her. When she is still free, she will come to that field, quietly watching dandelions flying all over the sky, and her thoughts are swaying.

2. A child is playing with the cartoon composition of dandelion. You have to see the farthest place. I firmly believe that you will fly with the wind like dandelion, reach the farthest place and fulfill our agreement, Do not forget your initiative mind.

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White, gentle, floating in the wind, just with the wind, with the wind stopped, across the ravine, across the thorns, this is the white dandelion. They came to this field again and saw the scene three years ago. Looking around, a large white dandelion came into view. They are flying all over the sky, jumping and hovering, and slowly landing on the earth. Like a breeze blowing a tune. I close my eyes, slowly reach out, hold it in my hand, let it stay in my heart, let them fly with me, swim with the clouds and dance with the wind.

Suddenly, tears unconsciously gushed from the eyes, gently brushed across the cheeks, leaving several tortuous tears on the dry skin. I don't want to wipe it, just let it flow quietly and sit alone next to dandelion. Three years. Come here again, the flying dandelion is still there, but where are you, young man? Remember the agreement in those days?

I still remember three years ago, in that ray of sunshine, a little white fur ball shook its little head happily in the breeze. The teenager wore a white shirt, bowed his head and stayed quietly among the dandelions. No one knows why he likes this little flower, and he has never mentioned it to anyone. I saw him occasionally look up and gently blow away the dandelion in his hand. Aren't you happy? At this moment, a young girl's voice sounded around him. A girl a few years younger than him came to him. The little girl said, don't be unhappy. Look, how beautiful this dandelion is. She gently blew the dandelion in front of her eyes and saw many fluffy balls floating gently and dancing in the breeze. "Don't your friends play with you?" "I have no friends." "Then we will be friends in the future." The little girl said with a smile. The teenager was surprised and took a look at the little girl again. He suddenly felt that the innocent smile was an angel in his heart. From then on. There are two children playing happily in the field. They also sit quietly next to dandelions. The teenager said: Dandelion is really beautiful, just like my mother. It turns out that the teenager's mother has passed away, and dandelion is his fond memory of her and his spiritual sustenance. The teenager asked the little girl: Will we be friends forever? "Of course, we will be good friends for life." "Then when can I fly away like a dandelion?" Where are you going? The little girl said, "No matter where you go, we are best friends. You should come back to see me every year. " "ok." The boy promised.

A week later, the teenager really disappeared. The little girl goes to the fields every day, but she can't see the teenagers. Two years later, the little girl and her parents went to another city, but she always thought about the boy. Three years later, the little girl came back. She is still waiting for the boy. One day, an aunt told her quietly that the boy would never come back. He's dead. It turned out that the teenager was seriously ill and could not be cured. He died two years ago.

Sadness has always been with the little girl. She has never forgotten that agreement, but it can never be realized again. She still regards the teenager as her best friend in her heart. Looking at the flying dandelion, she feels that the teenager has become a dandelion. Fly around her. When she is still free, she will come to that field, quietly watching dandelions flying all over the sky, and her thoughts are swaying.

3. Look at the picture and write in the first volume of the second grade of primary school. The wind blows dandelions. One morning, the sun was shining, red was running around and playing on the grass. Suddenly, her eyes lit up,

Found some dandelions growing on the grass. Honghong likes dandelion best. She knelt on the ground, folded a dandelion gently with her hands, looked up and blew a deep breath at the dandelion. Hearing the "hoo-",dandelions teetered into the sky like handfuls of small white parachutes, flying into the distance.

Red murmured, "Dandelion, Dandelion, please tell my distant father how much I miss him!" " "Dandelion flew, flew to the mountains, flew to the sea, flew to the forest, and took away the good wishes of the little girl.

4. Write a composition according to Dandelion Seed written by Cao Yuan, and write life according to the contents. I believe everyone must like listening to stories very much! Next, I will tell you a story "Dandelion Seed". It tells a story: One day, baby dandelions begged their mother to let them go out and wander the rivers and lakes, and her mother happily agreed. Before leaving, Sun's father repeatedly told them, "Be sure to fall into the soil and never walk into lakes or deserts." The seeds agreed with one voice. Many people have done it, except for two seeds.

They floated and saw the sparkling lake, the fish were playing happily, and a baby was confused. It said happily, "I live here, and it will definitely bring me joy!" " "So it plunged into the lake. How does it know? This is a trap. Another seed floated for a while. When I saw a large glittering desert in front of me, my eyes lit up: You see, there must be countless treasures in that glittering place, and I will definitely become a millionaire wherever I go. Thinking about it, I proudly walked into the desert ... where did it know? This is also a trap!

The following spring, dandelions in lakes and deserts never appeared again. One of them drowned and the other died. Only babies who fall in the dark soil thrive, and they compete to open in the golden sun.

Alas, you two disobedient seeds, you could have lived vigorously, but you took the initiative to come to Yinhua Lake and the glittering desert. When you get there, you can't survive at all I really hope that future generations of your can remember this lesson, but they should not be confused by superficial phenomena or have unrealistic ideas. Only by seeking truth from facts can they thrive.

In fact, our life is no exception, and the world is colorful now. Some newly graduated college students, who don't know much, think that they are all treasures and are bent on high-paying, comfortable and relaxed jobs, but they don't know how to start from the bottom, from bit by bit. There are two college students in our village. Both of them graduated from the same university and went to the same company to recruit. One of them, facing the reality, regardless of salary, did not hesitate to work. The other, thinking that he has a high degree, is sure to find a better job than this. It's really wronged to do it here, and there will definitely be "Bole" who takes a fancy to his "swift horse". A year later, the former was reused by the chairman and became the department manager; The other is still running around looking for a job. ...

There are also some girls who dress themselves up all day by virtue of their good looks and have no idea where they should stay. I want to advise these students, you should remember: "Honesty, hard work and seeking truth from facts can thrive!" " "

I want to write an article about dandelion for your reference. I hope I can help you and adopt it.

dandelion

A seed and a breeze can make a brilliant dandelion.

Dandelion is the strangest flower I have ever seen. Not so bold and unrestrained, not particularly handsome. It even blows away those fluffy things that just make people sneeze, but dandelion dancing lightly in the air is the most touching soft place.

Dandelion seeds are spread by the wind, but such a small force can thrive. It may be 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 not resist, let alone defend others with thorns and poison. This is a complete love for the world.

Dandelion also has a * * * generation. Large areas of dandelion are flying in the air, like flying snowflakes, like floating clouds, and associations are coming up. Is this the fairy in traveling incognito?

The longer the wind blows, the farther dandelion flies. No matter how remote and desolate, dandelion is willing to stay there. This is selfless love for the world.

Next year, dandelions from all over the world will breed, set off separately and float to further places. This is a great love for the world.

It is such endless dedication that floats in the sky like that, no matter whether the eyes of the world are on them or not, they only go to every corner and keep their roots.

Quiet waiting, free and easy flying, happy-go-lucky, carefree life, dandelion is like a fire under an iceberg, its appearance is cold and aloof, and its heart is full of blood

As long as there is a gust of wind, dandelions will put down their seeds and follow them. No matter where future generations go, they will not design roads for future generations, give them wings and let them fly.

A gust of wind, a seed, a brilliant dandelion.

Don't smell dandelion, just give it a little breeze and let it fly freely.

6. Imagine yourself as a dandelion and write a composition. If I were a dandelion, I am a middle school student now, but I am stuck by that annoying homework and boring textbook.

I really want to go to the vast prairie now and run with the galloping wild horses; I want to turn it into a light white dandelion without pollution. But fate is cruel enough to destroy my beautiful dreams again and again.

But the god of wealth still cares for me. Finally one day, I realized my dream.

I followed the lucky god to the world of dandelion, and I found myself a dandelion. Oh, great! I'm so happy! I flew many places with mother dandelion.

I came to the countryside where the seasons change. I fly from the spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies: colorful flowers bloom, green leaves, lovely swallows and chirping birds fly by; From the scorching summer sun: pomegranate flowers are in full bloom, and people under the trees wander in the shade, always on the cicadas and lychees that have borne fruit; From the crisp autumn: the red leaves on the trees, chrysanthemums everywhere in Shan Ye, and grapes painted purple pass through the golden fields slowly blown by the autumn wind; From white winter: snow on the ground, plum blossoms in full bloom on trees, withered branches, snowman piled with snow. I have seen the most beautiful things and villages in the four seasons.

After seeing the countryside, I came to the city. This time, I am no longer just walking with Mother Dandelion. We found our relatives: those who entered the city from the countryside, those who lived in the city for many years, but their roots were completely uprooted from the soil, and those who slept in the city, but their toes were often covered with mud. They are our relatives. Sometimes they will buy a few bundles of dandelions, dry them to make tea, or wash them and chop them up to eat and take them back to their hometown.

Although they are in the city, their thoughts in the depths of their souls are still inseparable from the countryside. I hope they can go home in their spare time.

Then I saw many things and beautiful scenery: relaxed grasslands, green mountains, tall Mount Everest and those amazing natural scenery. I am flying aimlessly in the air, but my body is slowly disintegrating, but I am still looking, looking and not giving up.

If I were a dandelion, I would fly freely until I die.

7. About writing a composition about dandelion (300 words is enough) "Beautiful Dandelion"

I like dandelion. Dandelion is not fragrant with osmanthus, but it is lovely and interesting.

At the turn of spring and summer, white dandelion blooms golden yellow flowers. In fact, it is not "flowers" but many flowers. Many flowers make up a tidbit, and there is a small fruit hidden under each flower. Every fruit of Puzhi Gongying has a thick long crown hair. These small fruits with crested hair combine to form a furry ball. Whenever the wind blows, dandelion seeds are blown up by the wind and fall to the ground, and will germinate and grow up the next spring.

Every time I see dandelion, I feel that my knife is like a dandelion, dressed in golden clothes, standing in the sun, and a breeze blows, my specialized seeds "fly", not only my seeds, but also the seeds of the whole lawn, taking root and sprouting in other places.

I like dandelion because it has tenacious vitality. Wherever it flies, it can grow as long as there is soil.

8. How to write a 400-word composition about dandelion I still remember that in spring, I found a spherical dandelion with white fluff everywhere, then carefully picked it off, held it high and blew it hard at the sun. Countless umbrellas floated into the air, rippled in the air by the wind, and sometimes fell to the ground, and a breeze blew, and the umbrellas staggered up. Drift farther and farther, gradually away from sight, disappeared without a trace. So there is a melancholy question buried in my heart: where will those 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 drift in the ideal direction, follow your inner footsteps, and pursue your yearning goals. You believe that dreams are just ahead, where the sun rises. You have no worries, no pain, no sadness, scattered all over the world. One day, you will accumulate full of hope again, just like this.

9. How to write the composition of dandelion There is a dandelion field in our yard. My brother and I often go to the yard to play. We picked up dandelions and blew them on each other's faces. How beautiful!

I remember once, Didi and I went to the dandelion field again, and the result was golden. It was noon at that time, and my brother said in surprise, "It's amazing! Just like a chameleon! " I was shocked, too, but we ignored these and went straight to play. We played for a long time.

It was late when we left, and the dandelion fields were slowly changing color. In the evening, my brother and I came to the yard again. Dandelion field has turned green and slowly fell asleep. My brother and I were really curious, so we ran home and asked my mother who was knitting clothes. I was surprised and asked, "Mom! Why is dandelion green in the morning, golden at noon and green at night? Is it really a few chameleons? " Mother smiled and said, "Son! This is not because he is a chameleon! Because of climate change, it is hot at noon and cold in the morning and evening, don't you think? When the weather is cold, use green to keep warm. Gold will come and go when it is hot at noon! It's not a chameleon! "

My brother and I smiled again and said in unison, "So that's it! Dandelion land is not a chameleon! We don't need to be afraid. "

So, my brother and I rushed out of the house to enjoy that unique happiness. We blew dandelions into each other's faces and made a star-like dandelion. We lay on the dandelion ground and enjoyed the time she gave us comfortably. We are very happy!

Dandelion! I will always like you, and you will always be my favorite! ! ! !

You can learn from it.

10. Imagine yourself as a dandelion writing a composition on the vast prairie and running with the galloping wild horses; I want to turn it into a light white dandelion without pollution. But fate is cruel enough to destroy my beautiful dreams again and again. But the god of wealth still cares for me. Finally one day, I realized my dream. I followed the lucky god to the world of dandelion, and I found myself a dandelion. Oh, great! I'm so happy! I flew many places with mother dandelion.

I came to the countryside where the seasons change. I fly from the spring when the grass grows and the warbler flies: colorful flowers bloom, green leaves, lovely swallows and chirping birds fly by; From the scorching summer sun: pomegranate flowers are in full bloom, and people under the trees wander in the shade, always on the cicadas and lychees that have borne fruit; From the crisp autumn: the red leaves on the trees, chrysanthemums everywhere in Shan Ye, and grapes painted purple pass through the golden fields slowly blown by the autumn wind; From white winter: snow on the ground, plum blossoms in full bloom on trees, withered branches, snowman piled with snow. I have seen the most beautiful things and villages in the four seasons.

After seeing the countryside, I came to the city. This time, I am no longer just walking with Mother Dandelion. We found our relatives: those who entered the city from the countryside, those who lived in the city for many years, but their roots were completely uprooted from the soil, and those who slept in the city, but their toes were often covered with mud. They are our relatives. Sometimes they will buy a few bundles of dandelions, dry them to make tea, or wash them and chop them up to eat and take them back to their hometown. Although they are in the city, their thoughts in the depths of their souls are still inseparable from the countryside. I hope they can go home in their spare time.

Then I saw many things and beautiful scenery: relaxed grasslands, green mountains, tall Mount Everest and those amazing natural scenery.

I am flying aimlessly in the air, but my body is slowly disintegrating, but I am still looking, looking and not giving up. If I were a dandelion, I would fly freely until I die.