Beautiful dandelion

Dandelion, he never asks for anything, some dew, a little sunshine can make it grow stubbornly. The place where it grows is not eye-catching. It is under the window sill of my house, and it grows strong under the shade of impatiens. I don't know who brought him to this inconspicuous place, but he didn't expect anything. The fragile buds revealed an upward force and vitality.

Summer is here, he is not willing to look at other flowers to compete. So he spit out a delicate flowerbed, and a few days later, the flower garden was open. Oh, this little flower is reddish by the setting sun, quietly, revealing a different kind of beauty and nobleness.

Her tenacity made me sigh. I like her tenacity. In my eyes, he is like Cinderella, clear, pure, and generous. How cute he is, just like a pure woman, standing proudly in the makeup, it becomes a unique scenery.

No, the flowers fell, and the golden petals of the head turned into a white "small parachute." From time to time, there is a small breeze. It protects its children like a due diligent mother, so loving and so warm.

In the autumn of October, the weather is getting colder. I unplug the stem and whisper. "A bang", a dozen small umbrellas are flying in the sky, and the wind takes them away. Before leaving, the small umbrellas did not forget to look back at their mother, and then freely fly the wind to the distance.

A few days later, the sky was cooler, and the dandelion gradually withered, and its life would continue on the seeds. Life may be just a change of place.

On the side of the road, the mountain, or the river, a dandelion swayed in the wind and rain, like the dandelion under my window sill, not afraid of the wind and rain, tenaciously alive, living in this beautiful world.

Fifth grade: youzuoyuan