When the wind blows you fly

Dandelion.

Why.

Why do you fly when the wind blows?

Why don't you have a home of your own?

Why are you so fragile and soft?

Dandelion is a child without a home.

I don't want to be a child without a home.

I don't want to be a child without a home, because then I don't have the warmth of a home.

I am wandering around without a home.

Second article.

My favorite flower is the dandelion.

When spring arrives, the turquoise leaves are set against the budding flower bones. The teardrop-shaped flower bones spread a few petals under the sun's rays, beautiful.

When summer arrives, the whole earth is covered with golden dandelions, which seem to put a T-shirt on the earth. Although the dandelion is not as colorful as the peony, and not as fragrant as the lilac, but it attracted me with its simple beauty.

In autumn, when the dandelion withers, pick a dandelion with your hand, blow it with your mouth, and the parachute-like seeds, with their luggage, go in search of shelter.

In winter, snowflakes fly. In this cold season, no one can resist the cold, and even people have gone home, but the dandelion pole stands strong in the snow and wind. Its unyielding quality is worth learning from us.

I love this beautiful flower, and I love its tenacity and indomitable quality.

The third article.

Once in autumn, this meadow always has some tender yellow like daisy flowers crowded in the middle of the dense green grass, open to the fullest. Sometimes these yellow flowers also attract hardworking bees to collect nectar! It is said that these yellow flowers are dandelions.

The weather is cooler these days. The yellow dandelion flowers on the grass have turned into furry white balls, the size of a ping pong ball. The teacher said that these are dandelion seeds. The weather is getting cooler these days. The yellow dandelion flowers on the lawn have turned into furry white balls the size of a ping pong ball. The teacher said that these were dandelion seeds. When I got to the grass, I picked a dandelion and looked carefully: Yikes! This is a dandelion seed cluster, which is made up of many, many seeds grouped. It's amazing! Each seed has long hairs on it, just like in the text, and these long hairs are spelled out like a parachute, which is beautiful. I was staring at the dandelion seriously when a gust of wind blew over and half of the dandelion seeds in my hand floated into mid-air with the wind, which looked like a parachute and a paratrooper. Some of the little paratroopers floated to the flowerbeds far away, and some even flew over the school wall, landing somewhere unknown. I put half of the remaining dandelions in my mouth and blew gently, and the dandelion seeds flew away with their parachutes bouncing around. The only thing left in my hand was a flower holder full of small holes. I looked down at the dandelion, the leaves had withered because it was taller than the grass and looked lonely as if a mother who had sent her children to a distant land was looking forward to good news from them. I thought back to the text I had learned, the mother of the dandelion prepared a parachute for her children, and as soon as the breeze blew gently the children jumped and left their mother. I looked up and saw my classmates chasing the dandelions flying in the air on the grass. I went up to the teacher and said, "Teacher, they are free, leaving their mothers and making their homes in all directions, isn't that what their mothers want?" The teacher laughed and didn't say anything. The bell rang and we all reluctantly returned to the classroom. When I saw the dandelions, I thought that we are all dandelion seeds, and we will be free to run in all directions in the future.