3rd Grade Essay When a dandelion falls into a lake

Winter turns to spring, and a lovely dandelion quietly wakes up ......

In the spring, the dandelion sprouts and grows into a beautiful flower. The golden petals and jagged leaves bring a hint of greenery to the spring earth.

She is tall and tenacious, shaking and shaking with the wind girl.

At this time, a little black worm came over, looked at her very dissatisfied, and said, "You are just a weed, and there is nothing to be proud of." Someday, people will trample you under their feet! ”

Dandelion turned around and was silent.

I'm not a weed, I'm a beautiful dandelion, and I'm going to make you look out when I'm flying freely! Dandelion thought sadly, shedding strings of crystal tears from time to time.

Day by day, the dandelion sucked enough of the spring sunshine and slowly grew up. Eventually, she grew into a dandelion that could fly freely.

She waited anxiously for the wind to blow, and when it did, she was blown into the air. Blue sky, white clouds. Dandelions turn into small white umbrellas.

She's happy now because she's given Kasuga a warm snowfall.

She flew and flew to the roof of the farmer and saw the colorful wheat fields;

She flew and flew, flew to the top of a high mountain, and saw the golden sunset;

She flew and flew to the grass and played with the butterflies.

Eventually, she flew to the little black worm and took root. The little black worm looked at the dandelion returning from a long journey, and finally couldn't speak.

Winter goes to spring, and a pure dandelion quietly wakes up ......

The flesh beats heart-pounding, the frightened bow bird, and the shotgun is changed.

The desert surface is beautiful, but don't be fooled by appearances.

Dandelion dandelion, is a herbaceous plant, white, and spreads its seeds by the wind.

When a gust of wind blows, the dandelion drifts away with the wind, and when it flies, it looks like a parachute, and it looks as if it is blown into the sky.

Actually, I envy the dandelion and envy its freedom. For me, freedom is nothing more than a luxury, because all I had with my childhood was books. **Will be like a dandelion, if you want to go**, you can go**, not constrained by space, you can face the future.

I had dandelions at my grandmother's house, and I always liked to catch them because they were fluffy and very comfortable to touch. When I grabbed a handful, I slowly approached my mouth and blew gently, as if I had put wings on the dandelion, whenever I saw the dandelion flying in the sky, I would be very envious, but the most was still very happy.

Where there's wind, there's dandelions. Life is like a little dandelion, when it reaches a certain age, it will go to different places, to live, to work, like floating in the wind, just to find its own land.

I love dandelion because it's free, you can go wherever you want, without restrictions.

I am a lovely dandelion seed that grows and matures in the fall.

Uncle Feng came, and he took me into his arms. I was reluctant to leave my mother. I followed Uncle Wind to the lake with silver flowers, over the golden desert, and finally through a dense forest, to a beautiful place.

The grass there is like a big green carpet, and the flowers there are so colorful and beautiful! The small lake there is clearer than the one I usually see.

Some of our dandelion seeds fell on the grass, some on the side of the big tree, and some on the grass next to the lake. Falling on the grass by the lake can talk to my small river, and it can also be the beautiful scenery here, so I chose to take root here.

In the autumn of the following year, I will be a mother, and my babies will go through the same trip as me, and the places where they take root and grow leaves may be more beautiful than what I am now!

The adventures of the dandelion.

The petals of the dandelion fell, and many small pompoms grew on the receptacle. One morning, the mother gave each of the children a small parachute, and Uncle Feng blew a breath, and the children left their mother happily.

There was a mischievous dandelion that flew into a glittering lake, which frightened the little dandelion, because her mother said that you can't take root in the water. The little dandelion was in a hurry, and then a small fish swam over and said, "Don't worry, I'll help you."

The little fish flicked its tail and threw it ashore.

Grandpa Sun slowly dried his parachute.

Another gust of wind blew the dandelion into the golden desert, and the strong sunlight scorched it. At this time, a kangaroo came running and rolled up a gust of wind and rolled the dandelion into its small pocket. The kangaroo jumped and took it to a forest, and as soon as the kangaroo shook it, it shook it to the grass.

It thought I had finally found a safe place to take root! It was beaming with pride, when suddenly a small bird flew and ate it. It was so uncomfortable in the bird's belly that it thought I'm done now, but the next day the bird pulled it out.

The little dandelion has finally taken root in this fertile guano droppings. It grew stronger and stronger day by day and grew into a real dandelion.

We have come to a world of dandelions, who can find the dandelion that has experienced danger, so strong, so brave?

My grandmother's house has a big garden with dandelions, moon flowers, and peonies, and I like dandelions the most.

Dandelions are odorless, and when the wind blows, they dance in the air, fly to the east and fly to the west, and fall on the grass next to the road. Its branches and foliage are green. Dandelions are in the shape of small umbrellas, and at the bottom of the small umbrellas is a seed. When the family moves to **, it takes root in **.

I love dandelions.

I am the seed of the dandelion.

I became a dandelion seed. My siblings and I were next to each other, looking up at the blue sky, and as we stared blankly, Grandpa Sun smiled, as if to say that we were too naïve. Looking at the white clouds that are as much as cotton and like light yarn, we are naughty and always want to give its white and flawless clothes a little bit of nature's peculiar color, acting as a great painter, because white is too monotonous.

Bai Yun glanced at us, as if arrogantly saying, "Little child, don't try to stain my clothes!" ”

Maybe we are born to like to float on the vast expanse of the earth, and we like to be bold. As soon as the breeze blew, we struggled to break free from our mother's arms and set sail with our mother's expectations. My brothers and sisters and I were scattered, but the words that came out of our mouths were not words of farewell to our loved ones, and we all shouted in the sky in an eclectic manner:

I want to fly, I want to fly, I still want to fly......"The attachment to the loved ones in the heart is not so strong, it comes out as soon as it is called, and it lingers away.

I floated, jumped, and rejoiced on the earth, the wind was with me, the birds walked with me, and we played happily on the earth. The wind will be gone in a moment, and I can only float into a grain of dirt, and the rain will nourish me, and the soil will feed me. I still love the wind in my heart, and I always want it to take me back on a trip, but I can only sleep with the dirt.

But I still cried out in my heart: "I want to fly!" ”

Looking at the dandelion seeds, I couldn't help but shout: "Fly, fly!" "In the blink of an eye, the wind has carried them away.

I looked down and sighed, I couldn't be like them. Suddenly, a pleasant sound came to my ears. I looked up again and saw a group of children looking at the seeds of the dandelions in the distance, singing:

I'm a dandelion seed!

Suppose I were a dandelion seed.

Chengguan Primary School fourth grade (second class) Cui Jia.

I was playing with my friends, and suddenly the wind was blowing towards me, and I cried out to my mother in fright, but my mother did not panic at all, and whispered: "Child, let's go on a trip"!

I flew over the road, I knew that I couldn't land here, I would be trampled to death by people, I followed Grandpa Feng to a very high house, I heard Grandpa Feng say that this is a high-rise building, I can't fall, because there is no soil here, I will die because there is no nutrition, I had to follow Grandpa Feng to fly and fly, fly to the golden desert, green oasis, colorful gardens and other places, finally, I flew to the bare mountain, I know, although this is not as gorgeous as in the garden, The land in the field is so fertile, but, here, I can take root, sprout, flower, spike, and raise offspring, I hurriedly said goodbye to Grandpa Feng, saw a small pebble, drilled in, I tried to sprout, bloom in this bare mountain field, let my children fly farther away, soon, this bare mountain field is full of dandelions, we dress up this mountain field beautifully, people also planted trees here, the stinky air was much fresher before, the worker uncle saw that the scenery here is very beautiful, It also created a clear stream, and now it is a wonderland.

Yes! I really want to be a dandelion to beautify the environment!

The silvery moonlight shone on the ground, and everywhere there was the mournful cry of crickets. The scent of the night fills the air, weaving a soft net that envelops all the scenery. All the eyes come into contact with is something covered with this soft net, and no grass or tree is as realistic as it is in the daytime, but they all have vague and illusory colors, each of which hides its subtleties and keeps its secrets, giving people a dreamlike feeling.

Ba Jin, "Home").