In study, work, and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? The following is a collection of Dandelion Promise compositions that I have collected for everyone. Welcome to read and collect them. Dandelion's Promise Composition 1
Once a year, the strong autumn wind, the bleakness of the wilderness, and the eternal call have never stopped. There has also been heart-burning sadness, and finally they are all gone with the wind and smoke. The little dandelion , the beautiful dance posture is unique, but what it dances is the vast emotion of separation.
The wind blew across my cheeks. The old memories of a long time ago have faded, and my eyes are filled with confusion. It is undoubtedly an unbearable farewell, and the past is still flying in my memory, forcing a smile on my face. Following the rhythm of the breeze, my body soared slightly, and with the vague road under my feet, I seemed to have embarked on a long cloud journey in the confusion. I still had endless concerns in my heart, so I could only make a promise without looking back, and then Farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
Life is always refreshing, refreshing our memories, and I have ignorantly complained about its deceptive cycle. Now I gradually understand that I have not grasped the opportunities that life has given me. . Let the past go, fly freely towards the dream world in my heart, there are too many beauties along the way that I have not cherished, and the things that have passed away have turned into the sigh of my next stop without any breath.
A dandelion that loves to chase dreams left the embrace of Mother Earth and began a life of living in the open air. The curiosity of a newcomer became my disguised face. Who can understand that sincere love? Suppressing the tears that are about to flow, the corners of my eyes are wet, the tears are dried, and my heart reluctantly calms down in forgetfulness. I have never been heartbroken and depressed, nor have I enjoyed the quiet beauty of life ecstatically, and every impulse. , I finally couldn’t resist the ancient call of my soul, and I don’t know whether it was a mistake at the beginning, whether I lost myself on the way, or whether I was searching hard in the temporary confusion. But I chose the distance, not to escape from reality, but to seek that life. The spring can flow endlessly, flow, flow, the strings of ripples are my crushed dreams, the light before dawn is my new sustenance, and what I show to life, the strings of melodious notes, just like me The rhythm of flying sounds of nature.
The autumn wind leaves no trace, and Dandelion’s thoughts are still going on. The body is soaring, but the heart is full of expectations, looking forward to the tomorrow with you. In our chance encounter, we sow the magnificence of longing for Dandelion. The seeds confirm our oath once upon a time. Dandelion's Promise Essay 2
Dandelion's Promise Let's go see the dandelion together. The two of us went together. The beauty of dandelions is like the soft spring breeze. The first time we went to see dandelions, we were not friends. It was just an accidental encounter. The dandelion was holding its soft palms, and the little dandelion was just flying in fear, wishing to return to its mother's arms. This little dandelion gradually floated away with fear. The others were the same... "Hello! How many times have you come to see Dandelion XXX?" "Well, hello. This is my first time. I have never seen such a beautiful sight. Is this your first time?" "Yes, Can we be friends?" "Okay, what's your name?" "My name is Yan, and you?" "Well, remember to watch the dandelions next time. ~" I said loudly to the smoke. "Okay. Bye." "Yeah, bye." Just like that, by chance, Yan and I met. I'm so glad I got to know her. The second time, we went to see dandelions together. Still, we stand together. It was just a little more indifferent than the last time. Seeing the smoke silently watching the dandelions fly away without saying a word, I didn't say anything and just watched the dandelions fly away. This time the dandelion seems to be less tender than last time, and seems to be hard. We were both silent. The air seemed to be suffocating. The dandelions have long gone, but we have been silent. The smoke is much cooler than last time. I don't understand it. "Yan, I'm leaving. Let's see each other next time. Goodbye..." A man was walking on the road, feeling very depressed. Dandelion, here we go again. .
I went to look at dandelions with Yan with a somewhat sad mood. The location has arrived. There was no one around. I arrived at the place where I saw the dandelions last time. The smoke did not come... My tears came out. Heart, scratched a scar. Dandelions, still floating like that, still so quiet... Dandelion's Promise Composition 3
The breeze blew slowly, colorfully blooming the dandelions beside the primary school fence. The fluffy snowflakes scattered one by one and turned into thousands of eternal thoughts. With the wind, they floated across all corners of the world, across the ends of the earth, and in everyone's heart.
The sun’s face is filled with a charming smile, and it warms every corner of the world with its light. But in my heart, I have lost such a bright brilliance, and all the once dazzling dreams are buried in regret. Of course, not many people can understand why I am so lonely.
What about... the dandelion? It must remember all this reality clearly.
Six years ago, we held hands and played together under such bright sunshine and next to such brilliant dandelions. Once upon a time, you and I made a promise: "We will always be friends!" The childish voice echoed among the dandelions.
The promise we made when we grew up together is so clear, I believe it if I check it. The promise to be fulfilled together is the only willfulness you insist on now.
Today, I came to this dandelion bush again. The sun is still bright and the dandelions are still colorful, but...but, I am alone. Is the other hand still there? It is no longer there. Everything, everything that was once beautiful, has disappeared with the passage of time.
Gone gently, just like coming gently. You took our eternal agreement with you, quietly, and left forever with the dandelion.
Have a good journey! In heaven, please don’t forget the promise we made! In heaven, please don’t forget the six spring and autumn years we spent together! In heaven, please don’t forget the time we spent together The joy of being together! Dandelion will bring our thoughts to you! We will never forget you, your lively soul, or your strong figure forever!
Dandelions, floating away in the wind... Where are they going?
They, with the sorrow of life and death, fly to heaven... Dandelion's Promise Composition 4
The dandelion seeds slant upward, flying slowly along the soft sunlight path, leaving only a bare dandelion flower stem, silently swaying in place. It seemed as if they were waving their hands to bless each other, and they seemed to be shedding tears to say goodbye. In fact, dandelion seeds and dandelions don’t need many words of farewell, they just say goodbye silently.
Silent next to this painting, what more beautiful words can I have? I can only let my thoughts surge like a tide...
The sadness of graduation lasted until high school. We miss our teachers even more before graduation. Entering the tense and fulfilling high school classroom, I often compare my junior high school teachers with my high school teachers in my mind, and I am always not sure which teacher is better. Such a difficult choice brought my longing to its peak. I couldn't help but replay those warm scenes in my mind again and again... When I first entered junior high school, the teacher's kind but stern eyes looked at my childish and surprised face. I hurriedly learned that the class teacher's surname was Xu and his given name was Zhixing. Just laughed heartily, Zhixing? Could it be that Wu Yong, the wise man on Liangshan Mountain? This makes me, who loves watching "Water Margin", feel more at home. The next few days made me even more excited. With fluent Mandarin and a lively class atmosphere, we were immersed in the fragrance of the Chinese language and bathed in the soothing of the clear spring. Even you yourself were moved by yourself, slightly. The raised corners of your mouth reveal your happiness, and the seemingly absent crow's feet at the corners of your eyes record your hard work. You said that we should understand the text while reading aloud, and make reading aloud become our habit. In this way, my respect for you also increases with the passage of time...
Under the blue sky, I saw dandelions again, dandelion flowers like marshmallows, which carried dandelion seeds, in the green On the grass, in the sun, relax and enjoy the peace.
Dandelion's Promise Composition 5
It's another bright spring, and it's a green world.
The girl stood by the road for a long time. There is infinite longing in his eyes.
Her hand was holding a dandelion tightly.
Buses flew past her, and her eyes were staring straight at the crowd in the bus, longing for them. ． ． ． ． ．
Suddenly, her eyes were staring at someone, crystal clear tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, the corners of her mouth trembling, and she stood blankly. ． ． ． ． ．
"Mom! Mom!" She finally shouted the name she had been shouting in her dreams.
"Mom!" the girl shouted again. This woman was wearing a white floral shirt and black trousers with several patches.
The mother stared at the girl, with a few big tears falling on her thin face.
As the bus gradually went away, my mother wiped the tears from her face and turned her head to the side. "Mom! Mom!" The girl chased the bus.
"Xiao Yi! Go back! I am an unfit mother. I can't bring you happiness. Go back!" The mother finally spoke.
"Mom, why don't you want me anymore? I've been waiting here for two years!" the girl said to her mother affectionately.
"Xiao Yi, it's not that I didn't come, she didn't speak, her brows were furrowed, and she still held the dandelion in her hand.
She died and left forever. She died after meeting her mother for the last time.
I thought: "The girl must be very happy in heaven!"
The girl's mouth is open, as if she is saying: "I will never forget that season, the season full of dandelions... Dandelion Promise Composition 6
Time is like fine sand between fingers. As time goes by, things often disappear from my mind. But six years have passed, and one thing is always so clear, floating in my mind all the time.
I was only four years old at the time. My father took me to the countryside. I sat in the car and watched the trees flying past the car window. When I got out of the car, I headed towards the mountain road. I ran, and my father was chasing me. He grabbed my collar from behind and told me to slow down and be careful not to fall. Just like that, I held my father's hand and walked on the path in the countryside. Looking...
Suddenly, Dad stopped, and I stopped too. I raised my head and saw Dad looking at a large field of dandelions. My curiosity drove me to ask: "Dad, what's so good about dandelions?" Yes, it’s not as fun as cartoons! "Unexpectedly, my father seemed to be talking to himself: "Three-two-one...start. "I said a little angrily: "Dad, I'm asking you a question! "Dad still didn't speak. He gently raised his hand and pointed at the dandelion. I looked towards the dandelion again. At this time, I was almost stunned. I saw all the dandelions flying up at the same time, as agreed in advance. It's better. I asked again: "Dad, is this a promise between dandelions?" "Dad turned his head and said to me with a smile: "No, this is not the agreement between the dandelions, this is the agreement between the wind and the dandelions..."
On the way home, I asked again: "Dad, each plant Do dandelions and the wind have a promise? Dad looked into the distance and said, "Yes, when the dandelion flies up, it is the time when it makes an agreement with the wind." "
From now on, whenever I see a dandelion, I will squat down and wait quietly, waiting, waiting for the promise between the wind and the dandelion... Dandelion's Promise Composition 7
In the morning light, the faint warm light shone through the floating clouds on the lonely mud wall. I was walking on the country road, and suddenly I caught a glimpse of a patch of unopened dandelions, with only a few leaves lying on them. There was a bare patch on the ground. I thought: They will be very beautiful when they open up. I stood there and made a sincere promise to them: I will come to see you. The breeze caressed my cheek gently. My face. The wind holds on to this promise with me.
A month later, I came back to fulfill my promise.
The dandelions are blooming. It bloomed so beautifully, and when the wind blew, the fluffy milky white crests flew all over the sky. Against the light blue sky, they were elves dancing lightly in the air. They plucked the weakest string in my heart. Dandelion seeds flutter in the wind, like flying snowflakes, like snow-white feathers, and like a rain of pure white petals. They wait quietly, fly freely, and have a happy-go-lucky attitude. Dandelions are like fire under the iceberg, cold and lonely on the outside, but full of passion on the inside.
I love my hometown and everything about it. Although dandelions can be seen everywhere, only the dandelions in my hometown are the most beautiful. Now, although I am not in my hometown, my heart is closely connected with him. When I put my hand on my chest, I can strongly feel him hitting him, and he is still gushing out hot blood, my blood. It has merged with the magma deep in the earth of my hometown. I bleed the blood of my hometown. I will always remember him, my dear hometown.
It’s another beautiful spring. The dandelions still bloom so beautifully, it’s still the same person, the same scene, the same emotion. But the only difference is where we meet the dandelion. Dandelions are flying all over the sky, which brings my thoughts back to my hometown and those days in my hometown. Dandelion's Promise Composition 8
Children's time is like passing clouds, scattered with the wind; those sparse shadows, like the dandelion flowers, scatter faintly and glow in the moist corners of the eyes. . Those flowers, just like that, gradually disappeared!
That short grave was covered with flowers over the years. The longing for the angel became clearer and clearer. Fallen stars! Why don't you wait a moment, so that your little heart will not wither in the fragrance petals.
God, be quiet!
A history of hard work has lost its luster and left behind regrets. Xu Zhimo waved his hand and shouted, "Don't take away a single cloud." Sima Qian endured physical and mental damage and wrote "Historical Records". Grandma gritted her teeth and raised ten children to go to school. She still missed her youngest daughter before she died.
The public searched for him thousands of times.
Listen to the sound of icy rain falling; dear people are not in the footsteps of history. The scene from twenty years ago still remains in ten hearts. Desolation, sadness, soul
Sing loudly, lowly, slowly, wetly, calling someone on the branches.
Hear, the ancient music of chopsticks tapping bowls; whoever is lost, who is it, the shooting star that blesses her in a place far away?
A piece of old yellow letter paper, with a vaguely crooked writing on it: Don’t let your children become ‘blind’.
Just under the dandelion pillow. It was the agreement my grandpa made with my grandma when he passed away.
That’s probably it.
There are no other blessings, just a few words. The two held hands and left, walking together among the steaming clouds and mist.
Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.
One day, when my mother told me the story of my grandma and grandpa, I stopped laughing.
It was Qingming Festival, and my mother led me to the tomb. I cried, and so did my mother.
Only the swaying dandelion stood! Dandelion's Promise Composition 9
Dandelion's Promise After school, I walked alone on the path and saw a group of lively and lovely people in front of me. Children, I can't help but walk with them, follow their naughty footsteps, and enjoy the happiness of childhood with them. I always have a deep feeling of returning to my hometown.
As I walked, I couldn’t help but stop and stare at the playground beside the path, the hill and the kindergarten not far away. The beautiful memories of my childhood were lingering in front of me.
The time in kindergarten is happy, beautiful, and unforgettable. What I remember vividly is the graduation ceremony, which is unforgettable and touching! When we received the graduation album from the principal, our feelings were indescribable. , and then everyone signed and left messages for each other. I know that many years later, it will no longer exist, but I am still so serious and just want to keep more childhood memories.
With a "click", we were locked in a small photo frame. Dozens of smiling faces were beaming with joy, but they all expressed deep reluctance. This small photo frame carried the love between us. I remember that after the graduation ceremony, all my childhood friends rushed to the playground. At that time, we wanted to feel the joy of childhood for the last time. Dandelion seemed to know that we were about to graduate and drove faster than usual. The dandelion is more lush, and the friends are next to the dandelion. Everyone is talking and reluctant to leave, "When will we meet again?" This is the common wish of everyone. I look at this large, large dandelion, He said with emotion: Just wait until the dandelions bloom again! Everyone agrees with me. Unconsciously and reluctantly, everyone left one after another.
I paused and looked back at my former classroom, my familiar classmates, and the large swaths of dandelions. I was like a frozen scene, dumbfounded, unable to say anything. A gust of wind blew, and the dandelion fluffs fell in all directions! I walked to the door of my house unknowingly, but I was still immersed in the beautiful memories, "The dandelions on the fence of the elementary school are the scenery in my memory, and the sound of cicadas came from the nap playground. , it started to sound good after so many years..." Who was singing "Dandelion Promise" I suddenly looked up, it was already nightfall, and the Wolf-toothed Moon was rising. Dandelion's Promise Composition 10
The grass is fragrant and beautiful alone, and the embroidery is green and quiet. Acacia is full of beauty, and the sky is full of flowers dancing in the wind.
Quiet waiting, free and easy flying, a happy-go-lucky attitude, and a life of peace and prosperity. Dandelions are like fire under the iceberg, cold and aloof on the outside, but full of passion on the inside.
I heard that dandelion once made a promise with the wind. The wind said that every year at this time, he would fly with Dandelion, travel together, and travel around the world together. Some people say that when the wind fulfills its promise, it will take away people's hearts. Today, the years are just right, I think, the wind is coming.
The wind blows across your cheeks, close your eyes and feel the breath of nature. The quicksand is blown away in the wind. Keep your ears open and listen to the sounds of nature. Dreams linger in my heart, windmills are spinning on the grass. Lie on your back on the earth, with your back to nature. The letter lay on the table, the characters dancing on the paper. Put your hands together, stand on tiptoes, and tell my heart softly. I wonder if you can take away my sorrow. Opening his eyes, he looked down at the whole dandelion, and a breeze blew by. He was so gentle, with eyes full of love, and he gently held the dandelion's hand and slowly walked towards the sky. Tear the paper into pieces and throw it into the sky, letting the wind take it away and take away my sorrow.
That letter was filled with my sorrows and my dreams. Please take my sorrow to the sky. Please let my dream find a place to settle down with you, take down deep roots, and become the roof of your home.
A gust of wind, a seed, the splendor of a dandelion. What a perfect combination of wind and dandelions. Dandelion, you are the beauty of life, the wandering wanderer, you symbolize freedom, you symbolize the dreams of teenagers, you are my yearning. Let's make an appointment next year. Dandelion Promise Composition 11
When the white velvet flower was ruthlessly blown away by me, the fluff was flying everywhere, as if to describe the pain of separation from the sisters. At that time, I secretly had an idea in my heart. I wanted to make a promise with the dandelion. I wanted that ordinary dandelion to go to the distant kingdom of heaven, carry my grief for my grandfather, and replace me as my grandfather. The caring little cotton-padded jacket accompanies grandpa through lonely nights.
I remember that when I was six years old, my grandfather used his extremely generous and calloused hands to hold my young and tender hands, came to a lawn by the Hun River, and led me to sit there. , leaning against a big tree; looking at the blue sky and white clouds.
Suddenly a ball of furry stuff appeared in front of me. My grandfather pointed at it and told me: "Dandelion is a kind of thing that can entrust people's dreams, hopes, and even colorful childhood. It can take them to that distant country." Taking root in a foreign country. "I only remember that I was extremely happy that day, blowing away clumps of dandelions, lying on the lawn and watching the flying fluff, and I felt so happy that I could die. I whispered in Grandpa’s ear and told him that I will come again today next year to blow dandelions and watch the drizzle. Grandpa also smiled and asked to take him one. I readily agreed.
However, everything happened so suddenly. On the eighth day of the first lunar month, the news came that my grandfather had died suddenly. I suddenly lost consciousness and felt that everything had collapsed. The scenes by the Hun River were like a slideshow. Film, repeated over and over again...
I also went to the Hun River that year, but instead of enjoying the scenery, I cried alone. It's been eight or nine years. This summer I went to the Hun River again. It was still the same place, under the same tree, and there were still dandelions, but I was the only one watching the scenery under the tree, and I blew those dandelions away one by one. The only difference is that I put a paper crane on the lawn before going home.
I secretly said to Dandelion: "I have kept my agreement with you, and you must also keep your promise and bring my thoughts to grandpa." I will come to see you again today next year . Let us both swear to keep this agreement in our hearts. Dandelion's Promise Composition 12
The days of elementary school have passed like this, and those innocent smiles from childhood seem to have never been erased and still echo in my mind. When I was a child, the teacher’s teachings and my parents’ instructions reappeared before my eyes. I feel regretful, regretful that I did not cherish my childhood and primary school. The classmates I walked with during my childhood have gone their separate ways, working hard and fighting for their own ideals. Maybe each other has forgotten the classmates who walked through elementary school with them. But I believe she will never forget me, not for anything else but for the agreement we made.
She was my best friend in primary school. We talked about everything, just like close friends. We made a pact when we were in third grade. We agreed to study together and grow together. Even if we were separated, we would never forget each other. The sound of the promise was so loud and sweet. This was the first promise I made with someone else in my life. Although we were still young at that time, our will was firm!
At that time, it was autumn, and the dandelions were swaying gently in the wind, and the dandelions became our witnesses. Over the years, whenever I see Dandelion, I think of her and our agreement. At this time, I really want to know what she is doing. I even want to know if she has forgotten me. The dandelions outside the window are swaying in the wind and rain, as if she is smiling at me and waving to me. Recalling the past, we often played in the garden. We innocently threw away all the worries in our minds and played carefree. It was so happy and beautiful. But now, she is gone, and I am left alone to watch this dandelion and guard this indelible agreement. My friend, I believe you will not forget this dandelion, let alone this agreement with us!
Time can take away everything about me, including life, but it can never take away my faith, let alone my beautiful memories.
The most beautiful thing in life is the innocent play in childhood - Postscript Dandelion's Promise Composition 13
Dandelion is a strong flower, no matter the wind or rain, its petals are still everywhere And home. A petal falls to the ground, and a dandelion grows again. In this endless cycle, a lonely and fragile dandelion can still have many relatives, friends and sisters. But even though it is no longer alone, it is still strong.
I like dandelions, they look so delicate and need care. Its petals are as soft and creamy as a blanket. I couldn't help but feel a pity for it. Its petals always dance with the wind, like a nimble elf. I seem to see its efforts, its persistence, and its courage.
But my views are always not recognized by my friends. They always say: "Look! How happy and lively it is!" At this time, I always sigh silently in my heart. Am I wrong? But facing that stubborn little elf, I saw a hint of weakness in it!
I know that the departure of dandelion petals is because it has grown up and can no longer live under the protection of its mother. It knows that it is time to be independent, and it leaves just to be with its mother. Growing next to it, it wants its mother to look at it with pleasure, and it wants to protect its mother from wind and rain. With the help of the wind, it settled next to its mother, bathing in the sun and rain, just to take root and sprout...
My agreement with the dandelion was in that spring. It said that it was going to find its dream, and its dream was in a distant land. It knew that the journey was far away, but it had no distracting thoughts in its heart, only that simple dream. I feel sorry for the weak but stubborn dandelion petals, and I agree with it that we must work hard to realize our dreams!
It’s another blooming season, let it realize its dream! It has kept its appointment, but I am still lingering. I will fulfill my agreement with it! I will definitely fulfill my promise with it!
Dandelion has nothing to ask for in his life, he just flies for his simple dream. Under the setting sun, in the breeze, it carries a white bag, saying that the distant land has its dream... Dandelion's Promise Composition 14
Let the wind hold my hand and fly to the misty distance, where It must be so beautiful, just like in a dream. ． ． ． ． ． ．
——Inscription
The summer sunshine flows as brightly as water notes, moistening the different sorrows of going to the United States.
The dandelions on the cliff are in bloom, and the white pom-poms are caressed by the wind, flying into the distance like small umbrellas. I stared at the sky blankly, tears falling down unconsciously.
That year, I walked hand in hand with you through the dandelions; I lay with you on the dandelions and watched the stars; I made a promise with you on the dandelions at dusk. But now, the distance between you and me has become so far away. You said you would always stay with me and be my best friend for life, but you failed to keep your words and left first, leaving me alone. Lonely waiting for the iris flowers to bloom.
How are you doing on that side of the world, my dear? Do you still remember the agreement you and I made? Do you know that time I was sick? In my dream, I dreamed that I turned into a dandelion. I saw you in the sky. We were playing and having fun there. At that time, I could only hope that time could stay forever. That moment. However, after waking up from this dream, everything disappeared.
I followed the footsteps of dandelions to find that dream, but I found that the dream had become out of reach.
Open the MP3 and listen to Jay Chou's "Dandelion Promise".
The dandelions beside the primary school fence,
It is the scenery with flavor in my memory,
The sound of cicadas comes from the nap playground,
Even after so many years, I still listen to myself
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The promise of growing up together
So clear as a dandelion Promise Essay 15
The promise of growing up together is so clear and checked. I believe that agreeing to travel together is the only willfulness you insist on now. The promise we made when we grew up together is so sincere, and I can’t tell the difference between the endless conversations with you...
Every time I sing this song "The Promise of Dandelion", I will always think of you. ——Dear roommate, how are you now?
Whenever I recall my two years at the same table, a smile always ripples on my face. Your unique laughter and humorous conversation often infect those around you. During the two years I sat at the same table with you, I left behind indelible memories. I still remember the promise we made: to be good friends for life.
However, as luck would have it, we were separated. I remember that day, we were strolling by the dandelion garden as usual. Suddenly, you told me hesitantly that you were going to study abroad with your parents.
I was stunned, but then I comforted you: "It's okay, no matter what, we will always be good friends!" You smiled, but you didn't know that there were already ripples in my heart...
In the blink of an eye, I have been separated from you for more than a year. Although we often meet online, I still can't stop thinking about you. I often walk on the path we love to walk, looking for your favorite dandelions, humming your favorite "Dandelion Promise", and savoring the lyrics that are quite similar to ours. Thinking back to the good times you and I spent together... At this moment, are you savoring the memories that are exclusive to us just like me?
You once brought me happiness, and I also took away your loneliness. The two years of being at the same table have become an inseparable part of my memory. Today, I am blessing you and praying for you beside the dandelion garden. Let the dandelions fly to you carrying my thoughts!