Sentences or paragraphs describing sunflowers (junior high school level! Don't write it to my students! )

There is a kind of flower called sunflower, which is an ordinary flower. Before writing this article, it suddenly occurred to me that it has the same life as a sunflower. It is bright and full, and it blooms with hope and beauty in the face of sunshine.

When I was a child, my grandfather said, "Have you ever seen sunflowers? This is a golden cradle and brilliant light. "

When I was a little older, my father said, "Have you seen sunflowers? This is a heart of gold and a bright pearl. "

When I was in primary school, my mother said, "Have you seen sunflowers? It is golden sunshine, a shining star. "

When I was in junior high school, I said, "Have you seen sunflowers? This is a golden dream, a burning sun. "

Have you ever seen the cutest smile? I've seen it. It's a sunflower, and it's "silly" smile. This is the brightest and cutest smile I have ever seen. Of course, among the smiles of roses and peonies, its smile is naturally inconspicuous, but its "unique" golden eyes and dazzling colors are as full of passion and vitality as its life.

The bustling sunflower is my favorite. When I was a child, I liked to go to the garden in groups with my friends and queue up to pick my favorite flowers. At that time, I was the only one picking silly sunflowers and looking up at the sky. Now, only I have chosen it-a beautiful and hopeful sunflower.

If I were a painter, I would use my colorful gouache to outline the beautiful moment when it blooms in the sun; If I were a photographer, I would freeze it at the brightest moment with my exquisite technology; If I were a musician, I would write its most melodious songs with my colorful notes. If I were a writer, I would write an exquisite poem for it with my most beautiful sentences. ......

But I'm nothing. I'm just an ordinary person in a busy city. I'm just a young boy. Only with the most sincere heart to feel, to feel the sunflower bit by bit. Whether it's laughter, tears, happiness or sadness, I always make friends with Solanum nigrum and savor the bitterness of tea life. ......

It's an early winter night, and snowflakes are flying wildly. I walked slowly on my way home with uneasy heart, and the dim street lamp cast a lonely shadow on me. Maybe! The world is getting bigger and I'm getting smaller. The teacher's indifference and classmates' satire, like ice blades, plunged into my injured heart again and again. Suddenly, my heart felt like a five-flavored bottle was knocked over, which was very uncomfortable. My nose is sour, my brow is wrinkled, and tears as big as beans are rolling in! I cried and leaned against the corner with my schoolbag. When I looked up, I found it was raining. "It's too cold ..." I couldn't help shivering. Lightning and thunder, wind and rain hit, I felt unprecedented loneliness, tears fell down in disappointment. When I opened my eyes and felt better, I saw a pot of sunflowers on the fifth floor of my building.