Four-level cheng chufan

The little paratroopers were blown by the wind, flying from east to west, falling into the fields by the roadside and settling down. Yes, this is me, little dandelion.

When I was a little seed, I was deeply buried in the soil. At that time, I was very young, only the size of mung beans, the soil was very dark, and there were many insects. No matter how good my hearing is, I can't hear them crawling. They eat my skin and corrode my senses. Don't, I am willing to leave this world like this? No, I won't! So I tried to absorb nutrition and grew up.

Ah, what is this? This is a small green hat. I, I, I really saw the sun! However, those little flowers often bully me. They laughed at my short stature and deliberately blocked my sunshine. I am not convinced, with severe pain, and I have been trying to grow up.

About a month later, a storm blew me up. The next day, when I opened my eyes, I found myself flying in the blue sky. I can fly, I can fly, I shout! I am swaying my light body and dancing in the sky, not to mention how carefree I am.

Although life is small and fragile, the life that persists is the most precious.

If I am a dandelion composition (2)

When I was a child, I would wait for a hot summer. At that time, the dandelion in the field was in bloom. I sat on the grass, picked up an umbrella and blew out the scattered flowers in the warm summer sunshine. In this way, the years passed day by day in the warm days. I don't know how many years passed, until the day when I never saw dandelions again. Only this tall building and artificially decorated trees realize that some lost things can never be found back.

I knew you the first time I heard the story of butterfly lovers. I learned to write poetry when I was still in junior high school. I don't understand love. I'm just imagining a purple legend. Whoever finds the purple dandelion will find true love. But I never found out at that time, just like I didn't understand your world. So I wrote a lot, wrote all these secrets in my diary, told my deepest love to my best friend, and vowed not to tell anyone, provided I exchanged their secrets.

With a throbbing heart, I went to find Liang Zhu's music. At that time, there were not so many music scores, because it was common to buy a book for a song. What was even more exasperating was that music scores could not be found anywhere. I swear to write it myself. When I first met a violinist, I gave him only one note and no rhythm. He frowned and couldn't play the tune correctly. Another failure angered me, and I vowed to learn to write scores. I found a book on music theory and taught myself. I smiled when others could play the music I wrote on the erhu. The second day of that year.

I haven't set foot in music since I graduated from junior high school. Like simple love, I am very fragile. I am addicted to literature. I am about to graduate from high school. I once heard a piano music in the street and fell in love with it. I don't know the name of this song, but I'm still trying to find it, hoping to find its trace. Later, I learned that the piano music was called "The Pianist at Starry Night", and I began to look for the source of music and met you again.

That night, you played this piece in front of the piano. Although it was only part of the main theme, I was deeply impressed. Because, I can see that the purple dandelion is flying in the starry sky and on the distant stars. I say to you in fear and trembling:

"Do you know purple dandelion?"

However, your answer surprised me. Dreams are often shattered in this way.

"Dandelion has no purple!

Life is so strange that when you catch it, it always plays hide-and-seek with you. Dandelions flying out may meet one day, but what summer can give us is often helplessness and dislocation.

The bell rang again. It's a little too long this time. It's been 15 years. 15, I didn't hear from you until my children began to fantasize. On the other end of the phone, I knew you were having a hard time, but when you said you wanted to meet, I hesitated. Another talented woman told me that if I saw it, it would be very uncomfortable.

I think all I can do is silently bless! If I were a dandelion, let me remember your face in the years, and freeze it at that moment, forever …

Written on 20 12.5.27.

If I am a dandelion composition (3)

Li Yifan

Whenever I see dandelions flying to the blue sky and the ends of the earth, I don't want to mention how envious I am. If only I were dandelion.

If I were a dandelion, I would fly to a small country yard where everyone has their own yard and house. In the early morning, the boys cultivated their fields in the farmland; In the afternoon, the old people enjoy the cool in the shade, and the children chase and fight on the grass; At night, women knit clothes at home. This is a simple country!

If I were a dandelion, I would fly to a bustling city where everyone has his own building and car. When I came to the park at dawn, I immediately saw some grandparents practicing Tai Chi. They are really strong. They came to the company. Some young people are working hard. When they came to school, they heard the students reading loudly. What a lively city!

All this is so beautiful. If I were a dandelion, I would fly to …

If I am a dandelion composition (4)

Four (3) Huang Yuxin.

If I were a dandelion, I would float to the blue sky; If I were a dandelion, I would float to the sea; If I were a dandelion, I would like to live on the green grass forever.

In spring, I took root and sprouted, and grew green slender stems, green leaves and chubby little buds. The slow-growing dandelion shows small buds; The slowly growing dandelion reveals chubby little buds; Dandelion, growing faster, has grown two or three petals; The dandelion, which grows fast, has already opened half! I like to grow slowly, so that the flowers won't fade so quickly.

It's summer, and I'm beginning to blossom. Huang Chengcheng's petals are extremely bright and dazzling, and they are particularly beautiful in the grass. The lush grass reflects the golden petals of dandelion, which makes people feel ingenious. These flowers give off a faint fragrance. Several children passed by, and a little girl asked strangely, "What kind of flower is this?" ? Beautiful and fragrant! "Hearing this sentence, my heart is full of joy.

Autumn has come, and I have become a "little fluffy ball". It looks fluffy, so cute! A breeze blew and all my fluff floated away. I wonder where they will float. I only hope that they can float to a green meadow and live happily like me.

If I were a dandelion, I would like to live in this green grass forever.

Instructor: Bi Xiahong