Prose describing dandelion

The essay describing dandelion 1 suddenly felt a little tired. I really want to have an empty and clean space, lying quietly, no matter how time flows and changes, just like how beautiful the world is without me!

Every time, I was at a loss, so that the thick backlog of secular and cumbersome dust was crushed to the ground. After trying to get rid of it, I finally got up and ran to another fatigue.

There may be a time when it will disappear forever, when you can be seen or not.

You, for me, will always be a long wait.

In fact, I don't know how long I can wait, just like the vast starry sky at night, which makes me feel endless quiet beauty and slightly lonely.

I think,,,,,

You should exist somewhere in my life, no matter where you are, but you always exist, perhaps inconspicuously, lightly landing like a dandelion, but firmly rooted.

I think,,,,,

One day, you will cross the dusk and come with Ji Moon in your arms.

Maybe at this time, my backyard is full of flowers, and I am waiting for a breeze. I can step on it for three or two steps and gently hold your hand.

Or, after the shower, the residual red is everywhere, the red makeup fades, but the mood is not sad. Dance a song "Meet" to pay homage to the swaying soul in the wind and rain.

Perhaps this is all my wishful thinking. You burned friendship in your last life, and you can't wait any longer in this life.

Perhaps, all I care about is that vague concern, not you anymore!

Through the time that no longer exists, I will leave,,,,

The silence of fallen leaves in late autumn, like a quiet stream, is a poetic wait.

Kneeling in front of the stove in winter is like touching the warm Hotan, and the fragrance precipitates.

In spring, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, which is a moment of great yearning, but you can smile with tears.

Through the splendor of summer, it is like a blooming dandelion, holding a small umbrella like a cloud, accompanied by the evening breeze. You can look back at the old figure in the bloody sunset, and you can be sure to leave forever; I don't know where this humble umbrella will stay and what kind of infatuation will be attached.

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The tangible and intangible prosperity has nothing to do with me. Imagination and unimaginable emotions have never come.

The wind by the river is cool at night.

Prose describes dandelion 2 valley meadows, with long green warblers flying and rainy flowers. Qiu Chan chirps, cassia twigs are fragrant, branches are jumping, autumn winds are blowing slightly, windmills are turning gently, rice flowers are swaying, and the fragrance is floating thousands of miles!

With the arrival of hyacinthus orientalis, the marked dandelion took away the clear agreement. Such as a meteor across the landscape, intoxicated by the wind and rain, everything is fixed in a fairy tale.

The breeze rises at the end of the peace, ringing the lonely heart. Blowing the white velvet, there is endless nostalgia, the breeze wrapped in dandelions we met in previous lives, smiling at Luo Ying with apricot blossom rain, saying: It's good to have you in the world of mortals! If one day, fate is doomed to vanish, then the wind can only pray: let me think of you again in the moonlight of 500 years! Missing you is the beauty of falling in love and flying on your shoulders. In the agreement between Feng and Dandelion, the legendary eternity is unforgettable. It was a warm and unforgettable dream of dandelion!

When the season comes, dandelion follows the highest point of the wind, rides on the shoulders of the wind, flies on the leaves, and pursues dreams with blessings and greetings! Beautiful dreams, like crystal clear little velvet umbrellas and elegant angels, are an extension of new life, giving people infinite reverie in that flying season! Everything is so natural and poetic!

Wind injury, tears are free and easy, and the sky is humming! Dandelion's loss and feelings, a piece of velvet English petals falling, as white as snow, lonely. The arrival of the wind wiped away the tears and wounds of falling wool. In the overwhelming green, deep and shallow colors become softer and brighter under the blue sky, and patches of green hide charming light and become more holy and beautiful! The fall of Britain was only born for the wind. what is love ? Just for the agreement!

The wind blows up the white dandelion, just like a little girl walking around the world of mortals with an umbrella, with endless homesickness! Miss the velvety white and sing with the wind. The agreement of dandelion is the Millennium agreement between wind and dandelion! Flying dreams, Rong Ying is beautiful and intoxicated, flying with all the love of the soul and two pure hearts. In the season of flying flowers, it gives people endless imagination, crowding, happiness and flying.

I can't stop talking about the past, I can't stop complaining about my reverie, I can't take away my wayward love. Where can I go? Dandelion trembled and was soaked with the wind. "The long pulse comes with the wind and falls on the world of mortals." Dancing with the wind, sleeves full, trees full of flowers. Dandelion blossoms, dazzling in an instant, like the sound of nature playing slowly! Eternal beauty, I miss you day and night, I miss the warmth of bright spring days, I miss the elegance of the moonlit night, I miss the charm of graceful Song Ci, I miss the deep ancient meaning of the Book of Songs, and I miss the oath that I will never forget for thousands of years! Why do you cling to the end of life? Residual red still relieves acacia, and the wind is accompanied by British autumn. Dandelion blossoms, love is coming! Meet in this life, and continue in the afterlife. The breeze flies to the British station in Xiangtai, making a promise that the Millennium will remain unchanged!

Affectionate dandelion blows dreams all over the arms of white sand and dances! With the prosperity, gently fall, dip in the fragrant greetings of the earth, keep the feelings of the wind, and keep the roots of love! Everything is just to prevent the dream of love from being broken and lost! Love is boundless, love is ruthless, flowers bloom on the other side, and the arrival of angels affects the soul of the magic wind. Charm, like a shadow gone with the wind, gently lifts dandelion's thoughts and memories! Just like the meteor shower across the earth, the artistic conception is hazy and warm everywhere!

Where is love? I felt the tenderness of the breeze, moved the flowers to be released, and inspired the return of the earth. Velvety white left the world in the heart of the flower, and the flower could not help but be moved by dandelion and silently shed tears of love. The words of flowers were sprinkled in the rain and dew, sending dandelions into the soil and awakening the sad dandelions. Spring blossoms are another spring, full of affectionate budding, attracting bees and butterflies, the legend of immortality, and the eternal agreement are repeating itself!

Life is like a play, a thousand years of reincarnation. Looking back, when the wind comes back, how long and how far can the dusty dandelion fly? Think in front of Jutai, answer directly, and look far away. The wind continues to blow, but it is the secular agreement of dandelion that cannot be blown away! Come gently, walk gently, and turn into flying all over the sky, looking back with the wind, and the elegant flying flowers convey the notes of the heart. What you can't take away is all the love words and thoughts. The agreement between Feng and Dandelion has been passed down through the ages.

The growth of the prose describing Dandelion 3 is a long journey, which we can't go back to. Growing up is an encounter and we can't forget it, but these growth and long journey have left us with deep homesickness. .......................................................................................................................

In March, spring came, covered by warm sunshine and nourished by continuous spring rain, a little new green was everywhere, and spring was full.

On the gravel road in the community, alas, what will Fanshan look like in such a beautiful season? I stepped on the wet mud and looked around casually. When I sighed, I suddenly saw a small lawn in the open space next to me. I can't help but speed up my pace and want to go there to play. On this jasper-like wet grass, there are many young grass with small heads that have just emerged from the soil, so green that it seems to shed juice, like a furry green carpet, lying on the ground. At first glance, this flowing green room is filled with some yellow and white balls, which are very dazzling. Take a closer look curiously. Oh, it's dandelion. The straight and tender branches are dotted with fluffy white balls, which makes people fondle it. A damp cool breeze blew, and clusters seemed to fly away from the trunk by parachute, and flew away to an unknown distance with the wind. Like a wanderer away from his mother, wandering alone in the ends of the earth.

Dandelion flies, flies, flies into my heart …

I think of my hometown after such a long separation, the big carp in golden robes jumping out of the water to compete for food in the crystal clear stream, the smoke from the old shop with black tiles and white walls, the gorgeous fireworks in the sky during the festival, and the azaleas blooming like fire on the crane top. ...

At this moment, I am like a little dandelion, flying away from the warm embrace of my hometown and taking root in the wind, but my life belongs to my hometown, my "root" is in my hometown, and I will always care about you!

The wind is blowing stronger and stronger, dandelions are flying all over the sky, just like elegant dancers, telling the world with the most affectionate dance.

-The memory is gone forever ...