The Story of Dandelion 1 My grandmother lives in Puwan, and the backyard is a large meadow full of dandelions. When dandelion was sown, this grassland became my playground.

Whenever dandelions grow white fluff, I can't help running to the grass in the backyard, picking some dandelions and blowing a few mouthfuls. Looking at those dandelions scattered by the wind, I always laugh. In this way, these humble dandelions brought me a lot of happiness.

One day, I was playing in the backyard again and accidentally tripped over a stone. I cried out in pain. I stood up slowly and rubbed my sore ass with my hand. Suddenly I found my pants a little wet. When I looked back, I found that I had just crushed some dandelions when I fell down, and their juice made my pants wet.

So I began to observe dandelions. I found that the stem of dandelion is hollow and there is a lot of milky juice around it. Its petals are golden, and the flowers are rolled, much like chrysanthemums. Dandelion's fluff is thin and long. As long as the wind blows gently, it will dance with the wind and float in every corner.

Dandelion is a very common flower, but it adds a lot of happiness to my childhood, and also adds a lot of good memories to my childhood. I like dandelions!

Dandelion Story 2: Why do you want to go and why can't you stay? Dandelion floats in the cold air, thinking alone. I feel lonely and cold!

In the morning, the pale yellow rape blossoms are squinting, the gray mountains are always endless, and the air is full of countless tears, which makes people feel the cold in winter.

Dandelions are flying in the cold air, cold and lonely. Without friends and family, one must travel alone. Dandelion doesn't understand why she must travel far when she grows up. He must have no friends and leave his family. Is it shortening his life?

From the day it was born, the fate of dandelion was fixed as a long journey. One day, will the fate of dandelion change? It can grow without traveling and mature without loneliness. Grow up, mature and sprout next to dandelion mother day by day, okay?

Dandelion floats in the wind and thinks quietly. There is only cold and tears in the air. At this time, a strong wind blew. Grandma Feng took a deep breath and took the weak dandelion to the endless sea. Behind a stone, Grandma Feng gently put down the dandelion. It is warm and humid here, and it has become the new home of dandelion.

Spring has come, the little dandelion is mature and slim, and the beautiful clothes are as white as cicada wings, swaying in the wind like a princess. Yes, she is a princess, the princess of dandelion. She still likes to cry, but she still misses her distant family and friends. But as she grows up, dandelion gradually grows buds. It finds that the world around her is getting wider and bigger, and gradually understands that dandelion's.

Fortunately, there is a cactus on the back of the stone. Since then, the little dandelion is no longer lonely, because it has met its own love and has its own happy family. They are in love, too. They built their own kingdom around stones, and stones are their castles. Sand is their most loyal object. Grandma Feng held a wedding for them, and bees and butterflies also attended.

Autumn has come, and the little dandelion has become a beautiful and mature dandelion queen. They have children of their own. Babies are princes and princesses, dressed in the brightest green royal clothes, and their lives are far away. ......

In winter, the little dandelions have withered. They are like withered old people, snuggling up to each other and telling each other about their travels when they were young. Although they look very vicissitudes, they are happy because they have each other. Yes, they are all old and their lives have come to an end, but the little dandelion still misses her distant home and relatives. Fortunately, she can meet her favorite cactus, but life is still happy. Winter is coming to an end, all life is over, and the little dandelion and cactus hug each other and fall asleep. Now, only by waiting for next spring, all life will start again! !

Tale of Dandelion 3 There is a little dandelion named Tintin. Tintin is very happy. He snuggles in his mother's warm arms every day and lives a quiet and comfortable life. But he hates the status quo, because he prefers exciting and adventurous life to ordinary and boring life. So, he wants to travel, see what the world is like and experience all kinds of novel life. So he asked Grandpa Feng to take her to travel far away. On a sunny morning, Tintin bid farewell to his mother and home and prepared to start a new journey.

During the trip, Tintin saw the blue sky and towering mountains. What interested him most was the sea of Wang Yang, which he had never seen before in his life. So he jumped down, because he was so excited. The cool sea water made Tintin feel very comfortable. In this way, Tintin drifted with the wind for several days and finally drifted to a village.

In this village, Tintin seems to see his hometown, where there are green mountains and green waters and vast sky, so he decided to settle here, another reason is because of a little boy. That little boy is very similar to his former self, and both have a happy family. Just as Tintin was about to settle down, the earthquake came, and he buried the little boy and Tintin alive in the ground.

The little boy kept crying and banging on the ground, but no one answered him. Just as the little boy was about to give up, a small voice told him not to give up. It was Tintin, a little dandelion. Tintin told the little boy not to give up hope, and someone would come to save them. So both of them shouted desperately and were finally rescued. The little boy was very grateful to Tintin, so he invited Tintin to live in his house, and Tintin readily agreed. The little boy planted Tintin in the yard, carefully fertilized it and took care of it. Soon after, Tintin sprouted and started his new life.

Tale of Dandelion 4 On the endless dandelion grassland, there lived a happy dandelion family. Their family members are Dandelion's parents, including their child Dandelion's baby Ruan Bingshuang.

One day, young Frost ran to the legendary "The Dark Castle" alone. As soon as I stepped into the iron fence of the castle, a biting and terrible evil wind blew. Frost was a little scared, but she got up the courage to walk into the ancient and gloomy The Dark Castle.

First frost only heard the sound of the cold wind brushing and the groans of ghosts, and only saw countless headless ghosts around her. She let out a cry and fell into the boiling volcano.

When Frost woke up, she was startled-because her parents in front of her had been dismembered. But she was not afraid and took her dismembered parents to find her way home.

Just then, this self-righteous angel girl, with a wave of her candle, walked out of the castle with her icy parents and worked hard with other dandelions outside. Frost couldn't believe what he was seeing. Everything in "The Dark Castle" is illusory at first, but she can find it and go out almost every time, which makes Frost very puzzled.

So, she made up her mind and decided to follow the "angel girl" (Ruan Shuang is the name of that girl area) to find a way out.

First frost somehow looks for a way out like a demon, but she doesn't walk as fast as an "angel girl" every time. So, first frost quickened her pace and finally caught up with the "angel girl". However, she did not expect that she found a way out, and the way out was around, but she did not find it. She took the "angel girl" by the hand and walked out of the door, only to see a light wake herself up from her dream. .........

Tale of Dandelion 5 Dandelion wants to fly very much. Her mother gave her a small umbrella. Dandelion can fly with the wind as long as it blows. She will dance in the air, but as soon as the wind stops, dandelion will slowly fall to the ground and roll on the ground. Without the wind, dandelions can't fly, just like lifeless butterflies!

Dandelion's mother saw mother bird and mother butterfly send their children to learn to fly with Mr. Eagle, and they all said that Mr. Eagle's flying skills were good. Mother Dandelion gave the little dandelion to Mr. Eagle to learn to fly.

On the first day, Dandelion came to school early, waiting for Mr. Eagle. After Mr. Eagle came, he began to teach everyone to practice flying. Soon, everyone learned to fly, except dandelion. Mr. Eagle had to send her to Mr. Feng. When Teacher Feng blew dandelion, dandelion flew with the wind again. She proudly said, "I can fly. I finally learned to fly!" " "Mr. Feng said to Dandelion," Don't be too happy. You are different from Mr. Eagle, birds and butterflies. Your flight can only rely on the power of the wind, and they rely on their own wings and efforts. "Little dandelion knows the truth and is no longer proud.

Little dandelion can never learn to fly again. She silently on the mountain, in the grass, accompanied the earth. On windy days, she wears a beautiful skirt and dances with the wind!

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Through the story of dandelion learning to fly, we know that little dandelion wants to learn to fly and finally flies with the help of teacher Feng. It also tells us that in the process of learning, don't be complacent, keep a modest and prudent learning attitude, and you will certainly succeed in learning. Sometimes you can do something, maybe it's not your own credit, maybe it's the right time, the right place and the right person, and you will succeed, so accidental success is not worth being proud of, but self-knowledge is valuable.

The story of dandelion In the valley, there lived a dandelion. One day, the bird flew to dandelion and became a neighbor with it.

One day, the bird came back from foraging and brought back three other birds. They have a good time together!

Later, every day, the bird would bring some little dandelions back to play with them. So dandelion has more and more good friends. The originally quiet valley became lively.

One day, the birds brought all their friends. They sang and danced, talked and laughed, and danced happily!

From then on, the bird and dandelion will live together forever and be happy every day.

The Story of Dandelion 7 In the early morning, the sun slowly came to its post with the blessing of the moon, looking forward to a beautiful day, generously sprinkling light on this vast land, and then waking up the little life sleeping in the soil with the wind. Dress up the newborn children with loving hands and leave their mother's kiss on their foreheads.

In the humble small ravine, the withered weeds also received selfless gifts and love from their mothers. Under the expectation of many days, a dandelion seed peeped out of the soil sleepily. This child, who was not pitied by fate, was born here alone. At this moment, it looks at the bright world curiously, takes a deep breath, can smell the fragrance of flowers and earth in the distant mountains, and can feel the warm call of brothers and sisters in the distance. Although it doesn't know what it will encounter in the future, although it may feel that the future is not easy, everything is so beautiful for this newborn little life, and everything is full of expectations and fantasies. After all, this is your future.

Small dandelion seeds grow rapidly here. Every day, his favorite thing is to meet the morning sunshine and feel the warmth of being touched, which will always make him feel a little happy in this lonely little ravine. This little guy is growing up silently, but he is also eager for love and understanding. There is only hay and dark soil around, and occasionally sparrows fly by, but they fly away soon. Once it saw a sparrow flying by, so it called it quickly. "Hey, friend, can you talk to me?"

"Oh, no," cried the sparrow at the top of her lungs. "I have to find food for my children. My child was born only yesterday. They are so cute ... "Then Mother Sparrow left in a hurry.

"Congratulations, madam. I hope you can come again. "

"Okay, thank you, good boy ..."

After that, Mrs Sparrow will come here in her spare time and tell Little Dandelion what she has seen and heard. After a while, she will bring her children here to play, which makes the little dandelion very happy. At night, she dreams about the outside world. In the dark, she no longer trembled with fear as before. She is imagining the scene outside: there are many huge stones with dandelions like her and countless other flowers on them. Guo Guo, a violinist who can play again, pulls his violin in the middle of the night to drive away loneliness and fear for everyone. Fireflies with lanterns are dancing by the clear river. They are stars falling from the sky. Further away, there are many animals that can walk upright like monkeys. They are called human beings. Some humans are kind to sparrows, but some humans secretly hunt sparrows and other lovely companions. ......

Dandelion grows up in daily fantasy. There is a furry ball on it, which is its child. It tells stories to children every day, making them look forward to the outside world. A few days later, Dandelion felt that her time was running out. At night, he looked at his children deeply and muttered something to himself. "My child, you are leaving me. My mother has never seen the outside world in her life, but she is lucky to hear stories about the outside world. I hope you can take my place to see the outside world, where is your future ... "

In the early morning, a breeze blew the fluffy balls on dandelion into the air. The old dandelion looked at the distant children, with his back to the sun, and fell asleep full of memories.

Tale of Dandelion 8 Dandelion is not beautiful, but it is free.

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Small dandelion is like a small white umbrella, light and soft. Give this noisy city a touch of delicate and pretty color.

I still remember when I was a child, I stumbled after these parachutes and babbled to show my excitement. Maybe it's because I'm still young and often fall down, but I still smile innocently and pat the dust on my knees to chase the umbrella. That feeling of freedom.

I often think about some strange questions, why I am a person, why I am not a cat, a dog or something else. I would like to be a stray cat in my next life. I am not afraid of the wind and rain in the world, nor of setbacks and failures. I want to try my best to go to some places, because it may be far better than my current 3. 1 line.

Whenever I see beautiful scenery on the computer, I always daydream. When can I go there to play? No, even if it's just a look.

Dandelion is not beautiful, but it is not a beautiful flower in the greenhouse. It yearns for freedom and pursues the freedom of the storm.

Postscript: I hope to be a dandelion in the afterlife and let the seeds of hope drift with the wind.

The story of dandelion 9 dandelion seeds are blown away by the wind and blown to unknown distant places.

Maybe it will fall into the mountains, maybe it will fall into the water.

No matter how bad the environment is.

Dandelions want their seeds to move with the wind.

Experienced the wind.

The seeds will become strong.

When the wind blows where the seeds should go

The wind stopped.

Seed falling

Put away your umbrella.

Looking for soil that can take root.

Quietly absorb moisture

Enjoy the sunshine

Waiting for the nourishment of rain and dew

Then slowly take root, slowly sprout, slowly grow, slowly grow.

On a beautiful spring day, I silently bloomed beautiful and bright flowers.

Wait until the wind blows again

Flowers bow their heads and let the fragrance overflow in the wind.

It seems to express gratitude to the wind, and it seems to show its achievements like the wind.

Flowers grow old slowly.

Dandelion turned white.

The wind is coming again.

Handfuls of small white umbrellas are floating in the wind.

Drift further and further

Continue the story of dandelion and wind.

The story of dandelion 10 I am a girl who loves flowers. I have loved flowers since I was a child, and I can't walk when I see them. My mother said I was a flower bug, and my father said I was a bee.

My favorite flower is dandelion with the second name "Little Paratrooper". I love it from the sky, love it can be settled anywhere, love it will grow tenaciously wherever it is, and love it to dance in the air with the wind. ...

I was five years old. Once, by chance, I found a flowerpot that I had just picked the flowers but didn't pour the soil on the windowsill, and two small buds appeared. I looked intently, hey, it's still one big and one small! I jumped three feet high with joy, ran to my mother's side to follow me, told her everything I saw, and dragged her to the windowsill to see Xiao Ye. Mother said, "This is the bud of dandelion seed."

Under the careful care of my mother and I, two small flower buds grew up gradually, covered with long green serrated leaves, and in the middle of the leaves, a cylindrical flower stem sprouted. The flower buds were oblate and bulging, and slowly cracked, and all of them opened into small flowers in Huang Cancan. They swayed with the wind, as if to say to me, "Thank you! Thank you! " Soon, the two small flowers gradually withered and each wore a small white velvet hat. After a night, the white hat on the bigger flower disappeared without a trace. I was so sad that I ran to my mother in tears and choked up and said, "Mom, that white man ... dandelion's white velvet hat ... took it away." My mother touched my head and told me softly, "The white velvet hat on dandelion's head is its seed. Each seed has a pinch of small white hair. When the seeds are crowded together, they become a white velvet hat. When the wind blows, the' little paratroopers' will take advantage of the wind to find their new home. " My mother took me to the windowsill. Ah, a cool breeze blew, and another little flower's white velvet hat flew away. I waved and shouted, "goodbye, little paratrooper!" " "

How can I forget this wonderful story of dandelion?

The story of dandelion 1 1 In a quiet valley, there is a little dandelion. One day, a bird flew outside the valley.

The bird saw the golden dandelion and said, "Dandelion, how are you?" Dandelion said, "Very good, but a little lonely." The bird said, "Then let's make friends." I can tell you interesting things outside the mountain every day. "Dandelion was ecstatic and nodded. Since then, birds fly to the valley every day to tell dandelion interesting things. They chatted, sang and danced together and had a good time!

As the days passed, dandelion grew up. Dandelion doesn't want to say to the bird, "Goodbye, friend. I want to travel far away. " A gust of wind blew, dandelion flew into the air with the wind, and gradually drifted away ... The bird waved its wings and shouted, "Friend, have a nice trip! See you next year. "

The story of dandelion 12 I am a dandelion, I have become a mother, my child has just been born, but it is about to leave me. I can't bear to let them fly around the world, but it's a fact and fate. I can only expect them to thrive in the days when they leave me.

So, I prayed that the sun would shine on the earth, wake up my sleeping children and tell them to find their own future and hope.

I stayed up all night just to wait for the sun to appear, but the night was really long and I waited anxiously. Gradually, the small forehead of the sun appeared on the opposite hillside. After a while, the sun's charitable eyes turned to us and every corner. However, at this time, my mood is complicated. I hope they can grow up independently and strongly under the touch of sunshine, but I can't let them go.

Fate has not changed. They, my children, left me in tears. I can only tell them that where there is sunshine, there is a mother. Mom is the sun. I don't know when, a few drops of crystal water appeared on my green leaves. They were my tears, accompanied by sunshine, hoping to bring a mother's blessing. オ

I am dandelion, a newborn baby. Just sticking out a little brain from my mother's arms, I realized the beauty of the world. How beautiful! I was ecstatic and jumped for a while. My mother told me not to shake, and I calmed down, but my excitement didn't stop.

I don't know why, but my mother seems very sad. I asked my mother what was going on. My mother said, son, you will leave me tomorrow! why ...

You should live and grow independently and become a beautiful dandelion. But don't worry, there is the sun around you, and where there is sunshine, there is a mother. Mom is the sun.

I didn't sleep all night, and neither did my mother. She has been praying for the sun to take good care of us. I also pray that solar energy can bless my mother and me and never separate.

Unfortunately, my wish didn't come true, so I left my mother. But I always remember my mother's words: where there is sunshine, there is a mother. Mom is the sun.

The story of dandelion 13 grandma died. She brought me infinite love when she came, and she took away my deep memory of her when she left.

On the day of the funeral, there were many children I didn't know. I thought they were just the children of a relative, but I didn't want to. These children were orphans sponsored by my grandmother before her death. Seeing them crying at grandma's grave, I can't help but be moved. Grandma, did you hear that? These children are calling you one after another!

I stood at grandma's grave and cried. So this is the pain of losing loved ones? This heartbreaking pain. Grandma left, as if taking my soul away. I stood like a puppet, my eyes were silent. Mom hugged me, and I only saw her mouth squirming. Are you comforting me? For an instant, I seemed to be far away from the noise of this world.

However, the action of a little girl brought a little life back to my eyes. She stood on tiptoe and smoothed her mother's frowning brows, which reminded me of my childhood.

At that time, dandelions were everywhere in my house. Whenever it was in full bloom, I would take my grandmother to see dandelions. "Grandma, where did you say the dandelion went?" I looked up and asked grandma. "They all embarked on a journey and started their own lives." Grandma's gentle voice echoed in her ear. "You? How brave they are! " I admire it. Grandma smiled faintly, but her eyebrows screwed tightly together. According to grandma, grandpa also likes dandelions. Do you remember grandpa? After a while, I propped myself up, climbed into the chair, and gently smoothed grandma's frown with my little hand. "Don't be sad, grandma, be as strong as dandelion. Let's wait for grandpa to go home together! " Grandma paused, then smiled, tears in her eyes seemed to roll down in the blink of an eye, and grandma held me tightly in her arms. "Let's wait together!" "In a flash, dandelion seeds are flying all over the sky and begin its journey again." When you grow up, grandma will give you all the dandelions in the yard. I hope you are as strong as them and let them grow up with you instead of me. "Grandma said softly, I in grandma's arms a sweet smile," well! " "

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Memories are memories after all. The more beautiful they are, the more heartbreaking they are. I am still the same person, but there is no one around to laugh and cry with me. It was just a memory, but I grew up. Grandma, I got your present. Do you know the flower language of dandelion? Like endless love. Dancing dandelions represent my love for you and convey my love for you. I don't know if you got it. Your "little guy" has grown up, and she has gradually become strong. Some things can be faced alone, so please rest in peace!

I picked a dandelion that didn't fall and put it in front of grandma's grave. There is only one dandelion among hundreds of chrysanthemums, which is very special.

Time, please pass slowly, slowly, slowly. Don't let her fade from my memory, just let me spend the rest of my life immersed in my ignorant childhood and grandma's happy memories. The wind blows, and I seem to see it again. A girl is smiling sweetly in the sea of dandelion flowers, and there is a smiling person beside her, who has been together, telling the story of dandelion.

The Story of Dandelion 14 There are two grasses in the flowerpot on the balcony, one is Clivia and the other is Dandelion. Dandelion doesn't know when it came out. It weathered the wind and rain together with Clivia and bathed in the sunshine together.

It's very hot in summer, and neither kind of grass is very good. After observing them carefully, grandpa pushed the glasses frame and said, well, this dandelion is with Clivia, and they will grab nutrients! "He picked up a shovel and shoveled the dandelion out.

So, only Clivia was left in the flowerpot. Clivia is pumping hard to grow and its leaves are green. Throughout the year, it always shows its light green leaves without restraint and grows gratifying. It seems that without dandelion, Clivia is equivalent to losing a competitor. I think so.

I don't know, the roots of dandelion have not been completely uprooted, it is quietly absorbing nutrients in the soil, and its new buds are drilled out of the soil in the rotation of the sun and the moon. So, this flowerpot is decorated with some bright green.

I squatted quietly in front of the flowerpot, holding my breath for fear of disturbing the birth of a new life. Under the morning light, the buds are covered with dew, and I seem to feel that the veins of the new buds are full of new strength and exuberance. Dandelion has sprouted again.

That was after that, probably because Clivia met competing plants again. Its vitality quietly recedes with the rebirth of dandelion, and its leaves reveal a little goose yellow. After a few months, the leaves of Clivia actually dried up in several places.

Dandelion grows tenaciously, and the small green leaves spread into several large pieces, sticking out of the flowerpot and covering the whole soil. Planting flowers is intentional, but planting grass is unintentional.

What does the story of two grasses reveal? Looking at that dandelion, I realized that as long as I have the belief of never giving up, I will definitely live a new world!

Dandelion Story 15 I leafed through the list of friends bored, and fixed my eyes on a name called "Piano Angel". The name is very common, but the signature is unique: "That night, fireflies met dandelions, a piece of sunshine, a dance, and a romantic waltz began." The next day, the firefly left with the last ray of light, and the dandelion went with the wind ... "

After reading it, I don't know why, but I feel a little sad. I clicked on her profile, but she and I are in the same city. Surprised, I made an appointment with him to meet at a place.

Just closed the door and prepared to go to the meeting place. Footsteps also came from upstairs. I looked up and saw a girl wearing the same dress as I just asked. I was surprised and said, "Are you ... a piano angel?" She paused, then nodded with a smile. I looked at the 20-year-old elder sister in front of me and extended my hand in a friendly way. Sister also raised her hand. I held it tightly and felt many calluses on her hand. Unexpectedly, a teenage girl has these hands that don't match her age. She saw me in a daze and smiled indifferently: "I left it when I played the piano." By the way, I just moved upstairs. You can meet my sister Ling! Then it is better to go to your sister's house to play! " Looking at this kind sister, I also let my guard down.

Walking into her room and looking at the antique decoration, I couldn't help sighing. "Why don't you listen to me play a song?" My sister laughs like an angel. I nodded my head. Suddenly, a lovely note seemed to have wings and poured down from Sister Ling's fingertips. The flowers by the window seem to have spirituality, and the leaves have become chin-shaped. Listen to this song. At the end of the song, I was still unfinished. I asked, "Sister Ling, what song is this?" "Fireflies and dandelions." There is a longing in my sister's eyes. "This is the title of the story. The song was created by myself. " Looking at my sister, I can't help but admire. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me: "Why don't you play another song and I'll draw it?" Sister agreed.

I drew a picture: fireflies and dandelions, flying to heaven hand in hand, and beautiful notes to see them off. Although the brushwork is a little rough, it's not bad. My sister saw it and couldn't put it down, so she gave it to her.

In the future, I will go to my sister every day and listen to her play the piano.

One day, I went to see her, and there was no one at home. Only then did I know that my sister had a car accident and was being rescued. When I got there, Sister Ling was already dying. Seeing me come in, she smiled again, like an angel. I cried because she had already left. I held the painting in a daze and said to myself, "Sister, I hope you can find fireflies and dandelions in heaven."

The stars are still in the sky. Among the trees, several fireflies flew by, drifting over dandelion seeds.