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Beautiful sentences describing dandelions

When the wind blows gently, dandelions fly all over the sky, like feathers and snowflakes. The following is a beautiful sentence I brought to describe dandelion. Welcome to read!

Selected sentences describing the beauty of dandelion

1) The wind makes the dandelion laugh first.

2) In spring, when dandelion first grows, its stem is very short, and its leaves almost stick to the ground. Its leaves are green and its edges are like undulating waves. After a while, the green stems will grow taller and taller. At the top of the stem, there are yellow flowers, like small sunflower flowers.

3) In summer, dandelion will grow pink buds. Within a few days, the bud has grown into a pink flower. Dandelion petals are like chrysanthemum petals, thin, tender and long. The stamens and petals of dandelion are the same color, which can't be found without careful observation.

4) Autumn comes, dandelion flowers wither and hairy dandelion seeds grow. They are very light. I blew gently with the wind, and all the seeds flew into the sky. I looked at the seeds in the sky, hoping that they would settle down quickly.

5) Dandelion is very common, like a kind of grass. How many people stepped on and hit. It is endless and even more energetic. With the tempering of fire, porcelain is smooth; With the cold of winter, we have the fragrance of red plum, the tempering of the environment and the strength of dandelion!

6) Dandelion is flying all over the sky, jumping, spinning and landing, which is the melody played by the wind.

There is a little dandelion under the tree. As soon as the wind blows, its slender stems seem to fall down. Several yellow Kobanawa dandelions are propped up on the stem, like a white fluffy ball. For an instant, I was attracted by it. Whenever I pass by, I can't help but stop in a hurry.

8) White, gentle, floating with the wind, stopping with the wind, crossing ravines and thorns, this is a white dandelion; Red, soft, the wind rises and the wind stops. This is the red dandelion. White and red, reflecting a bright color, moisten a little green and fragrant scent.

9) Like dandelions and breezes. I like the feeling of breeze blowing on my face, and I like the fantastic picture of dandelions flying. The wind is blowing slowly, and dandelions are dancing leisurely. What a harmonious scene.

10) Dandelion made me understand the experience of life. As long as there is a dandelion heart, even in hardships, flowers can still bloom so brilliantly.

A set of beautiful sentences describing dandelion

1) Dandelion wakes up first in spring. It wakes up, the earth wakes up, the village wakes up in spring, and the village wakes up in a new round of years.

2) When the wind blows gently, it will drift away with the wind. It's hard to catch, and finally the stamen is left alone. But they have many families. When the wind takes them away, they sprout and grow up again where they stay, and become a beautiful flower again.

3) Dandelion, although not as gorgeous as a rose, not as elegant as a violet, and not as charming as a lily, does not need fertilizer or a fixed manor for its cultivation. Just give it a corner and it can blossom. That is a group of fragile and strong plants. I like them very much, because I want to learn their spirit; I admire it because it doesn't? Proud? .

4) When dandelion first grows, it can't attract people's attention just like a weed. Its serrated leaves are scattered on both sides of the center, and soon the dandelion sticks out in the center. A twig? That's its bud. It looks like a big bulging bag. It is really cute.

5) In autumn, dandelion withered. I picked a dandelion, blew it gently with my mouth, and took my luggage to find a place to live.

6) It's dandelion. This is my favorite flower. In fact, this feeling is also ignorant, and even there are some uncertainties. Maybe my love for a flower is equal to my love for dandelion. However, no flower can surpass my love for dandelion.

7) Where the wind blows, there are always wisps of white dandelion seeds flying lightly in the air. Seeing this scene, I can't help but sigh: Are we like dandelion seeds? Where there is wind, there are them, and where there is warmth, there must be us.

8) It's a familiar name. I squatted down to look at it carefully. Yellow and ordinary flowers are just pure yellow, covered with dust. It may be that the flying dust splashed by passers-by jumped on it, making its flowers dim, and the spread leaves were almost flat on the ground, making it more dusty. I smelled it, but there were no peonies. Rose, Chinese rose, etc. It smells delicious and has a unique taste of nature. Dandelion is the seed of flowers. I touched it gently around, so comfortable. A breeze blew over the dandelion and flew away. It flew higher and higher.

9) In winter, it snows. In this cold season, no one can resist the cold, even some people hide at home, but the dandelion pole stands firmly in the snow. Its unyielding quality is really worth learning.

I like dandelion. Like her freedom, gone with the wind. Whenever the breeze blows, every dandelion parent will personally put the child on the train against the wind, hoping that the child can fly to a warm place with the wind and then take root. I envy dandelion and its freedom. For me, freedom is just an extravagant hope, even a wish. The only book that accompanied me in my childhood was a book. Where will be like dandelion, where you want to go, not bound by space, you can face the future, hope, imagination and dreams.

1 1) I got up and took a few steps forward. I saw another dandelion. Not only was it severely trampled by a naughty child, but its body was deeply buried in the soil and torn, but it did not give up life and stood upright.

12) This is how dandelion spreads its seeds in all directions with the help of the wind, and every seed will multiply and grow in every corner far away from its mother. Of course, it won't be long before dandelions grow out one after another.

13) Dandelion is scattered casually in the grass next to the flower bed, which is not noticeable at all. The newly grown dandelion seems to find no trace of her in the green grass. It is light green, and it sticks its head out in the green grass shyly for fear that others will find it. A few days later, a small leaf grew on the small stem, and the bright green leaves greeted the beautiful world with a smile in the wind. The longer the stem, the higher the leaves. When the wind blows, dandelion dances like a beautiful princess! Watching, even the grass beside me can't help dancing, as if all the joy in this world is just that!

14) I praise dandelion. Her whole body is white, representing a pure and pure heart. I don't want peach blossom to be so enchanting, as noble as the precious flowers in the greenhouse, and some are just simple. Where there is wind, there is dandelion. If I can, I would like to be a dandelion in my next life, floating in the wind, dreaming and looking forward to the unknown future. Then, find a place to take root. If possible, I would like to be a dandelion, a white dandelion and a dandelion floating in the wind in my next life.

15) On rainy days, fine rain falls on the petals of dandelion, and the petals slightly inclined downward are more elegant; When the rain falls on the petals, it instantly turns into a gentle toe, points on it, walks, jumps, rotates and flies, and dances a gorgeous movement.

16) It's summer, and the whole land is covered with golden dandelion, as if it were put on a T-shirt. Although dandelion is not as gorgeous as peony and fragrant as clove, its simple beauty attracts me.

17) Dandelion in summer is pure white, the color of Jing Ya, the color of white clouds. White is very bright in the green grass, and the pure color is reflected by the sun, emitting golden and white light, and the feeling of comfort suddenly comes to mind. It is raining. Tick-tock? Rain falls on white? A small parachute? The world will be shot down a little from time to time, spinning weakly and falling to the ground, sleeping; The rest will be blown by children or the wind to distant places and to distant tomorrow.

18) Dandelion floats slowly before my eyes like a hairspring. I closed my eyes, reached out and grabbed it hard. Just like some white flowers, I hold them tightly in my hand to prevent them from floating away in my hand. I want them to stay in my heart, float freely in my heart, swim with the clouds and dance with the wind.

19) Small life grows everywhere, and it can be seen everywhere in grass and crevices. Yellow leaves are like small serrations, and white roots are pink. The whole body clings to the earth, not afraid of the wind and rain, just like a child nestled in the arms of mother earth. At this time, it is also the best season to collect dandelions. Small yellow flowers grow on it, dancing in the breeze like little fairies, and grow into cute little pompoms when the flowers are finished.

20) I praise dandelion. Her whole body is white, representing a pure and pure heart. I don't want peach blossom to be so enchanting, as noble as the precious flowers in the greenhouse, and some are just simple. Where there is wind, there is dandelion. If I can, I would like to be a dandelion in my next life, floating in the wind, dreaming and looking forward to the unknown future. Then, find a place to take root. If possible, I would like to be a dandelion, a white dandelion and a dandelion floating in the wind in my next life.

2 1) Dandelion is scattered casually in the grass next to the flower bed, which is unremarkable at all. The newly grown dandelion seems to find no trace of her in the green grass. It is light green, and it sticks its head out in the green grass shyly for fear that others will find it. A few days later, a small leaf grew on the small stem, and the bright green leaves greeted the beautiful world with a smile in the wind. The longer the stem, the higher the leaves. When the wind blows, dandelion dances like a beautiful princess! Watching, even the grass beside me can't help dancing, as if all the joy in this world is just that!

22) Dandelion flowers have a short life span, wither in a few days, and then grow smaller on them? White fur ball? White fur balls gather together like cotton balls. As soon as the spring breeze blows, the little hairballs leave their mother's arms everywhere? Wandering? .

23) I like dandelion. Like her freedom, gone with the wind. Whenever the breeze blows, every dandelion parent will personally put the child on the train against the wind, hoping that the child can fly to a warm place with the wind and then take root. I envy dandelion and its freedom. For me, freedom is just an extravagant hope, even a wish. The only book that accompanied me in my childhood was a book. Where will be like dandelion, where you want to go, not bound by space, you can face the future, hope, imagination and dreams.

24) When summer comes, the whole earth is covered with golden dandelions, as if it were covered with T-shirts. Although dandelion is not as gorgeous as peony and fragrant as clove, its simple beauty attracts me.

Dandelion grows rapidly in the breeze and drizzle. The yellow petals smiled happily. The backyard is like a green carpet inadvertently inlaid with yellow flowers, which looks particularly beautiful. It seems like a thousand years have passed in the sky, and in an instant, dandelion has grown white hair. Dandelion was afraid that everyone would laugh at her, so she bent down and lowered her head. Maybe really old? As long as the wind blows, her hair will spread out and fall around with the wind, making her feel at home everywhere.

26) Dandelion floats slowly before my eyes like a hairspring. I closed my eyes, reached out and grabbed hard, like some white flowers. I held them tightly in my hands to prevent them from floating away in my hands. I want them to stay in my heart, float freely in my heart, swim with the clouds and dance with the wind.

27) In a few days, the petals of dandelion will spread out, almost rectangular petals spread out one by one, just like a round golden plate facing the sun. Spring is so full and brilliant, it fully releases the spirit and strength contained in a winter!

28) What a familiar name, I squatted down to look at it carefully. Yellow and ordinary flowers are just pure yellow, covered with dust. It may be that the flying dust splashed by passers-by jumped on it, making its flowers dim, and the spread leaves were almost flat on the ground, making it more dusty. I smelled it, but there were no peonies. Rose, Chinese rose, etc. It smells delicious and has a unique taste of nature. Dandelion is the seed of flowers. I touched it gently around, so comfortable. A breeze blew over the dandelion and flew away. It flew higher and higher.

29) Dandelion, when it first grows, just like a weed, can't attract people's attention. Its serrated leaves are scattered on both sides of the center, and soon the dandelion sticks out in the center. A twig? That's its bud. It looks like a big bulging bag. It is really cute.

30) Dandelion in summer is pure white, the color of Jing Ya and the color of white clouds. White is very bright in the green grass, and the pure color is reflected by the sun, emitting golden and white light, and the feeling of comfort suddenly comes to mind. It is raining. Tick-tock? Rain falls on white? A small parachute? The world will be shot down a little from time to time, spinning weakly and falling to the ground, sleeping; The rest will be blown by children or the wind to distant places and to distant tomorrow.

3 1) under the blue sky, dandelion flies freely with the wind, showing its free temperament, happy feeling and true side to the fullest. It is naughty, so it will swim with the clouds; It is silly, so it will invite the wind to dance. Dandelion, naive and mature, naive because of its innocence, mature because of its intentions.

32) I got up and walked a few steps and saw another dandelion. Not only was it severely trampled by a naughty child, but its body was deeply buried in the soil and torn, but it did not give up life and stood upright.

33) In winter, it snows. In this cold season, no one can resist the cold, even some people hide at home, but the dandelion pole stands firmly in the snow. Its unyielding quality is really worth learning.

34) In autumn, the dandelion withered. I picked a dandelion, blew it gently with my mouth and took my luggage to find a place to live.

35) Where the wind blows, there are always wisps of white dandelion seeds flying lightly in the air. Seeing this scene, I can't help but sigh: Are we like dandelion seeds? Where there is wind, there are them, and where there is warmth, there must be us.

36) It's dandelion. This is my favorite flower. In fact, this feeling is also ignorant, and even there are some uncertainties. Maybe my love for a flower is equal to my love for dandelion. However, no flower can surpass my love for dandelion.

This is how dandelion spreads its seeds in all directions with the help of the wind, and every seed will multiply and grow in every corner far away from its mother. Of course, it won't be long before dandelions grow out one after another.

38) On rainy days, thin raindrops fall on the petals of dandelion, and the petals slightly inclined downward show elegant expressions; When the rain falls on the petals, it instantly turns into a gentle toe, points on it, walks, jumps, rotates and flies, and dances a gorgeous movement.

39) Small life grows everywhere, and it can be seen everywhere in the grass and crevices. Yellow leaves are like small serrations, and white roots are pink. The whole body clings to the earth, not afraid of the wind and rain, just like a child nestled in the arms of mother earth. At this time, it is also the best season to collect dandelions. Small yellow flowers grow on it, dancing in the breeze like little fairies, and grow into cute little pompoms when the flowers are finished.

40) Under the blue sky, dandelion flies freely with the wind, showing its free temperament, happy feeling and true side to the fullest. It is naughty, so it will swim with the clouds; It is silly, so it will invite the wind to dance. Dandelion, naive and mature, naive because of its innocence, mature because of its intentions.

4 1) dandelion flowers have a short life span and will wither in a few days. Then, small flowers will grow on it. White fur ball? White fur balls gather together like cotton balls. When the spring breeze blows, the little hairballs will leave their mother's arms everywhere? Wandering? .

42) Dandelion grows rapidly in the breeze and drizzle. The yellow petals smiled happily. The backyard is like a green carpet inadvertently inlaid with yellow flowers, which looks particularly beautiful. It seems like a thousand years have passed in the sky, and in an instant, dandelion has grown white hair. Dandelion was afraid that everyone would laugh at her, so she bent down and lowered her head. Maybe really old? As long as the wind blows, her hair will spread out and fall around with the wind, making her feel at home everywhere.

43) In a few days, the petals of dandelion will spread out, almost rectangular petals spread out one by one, just like a round golden plate facing the sun. Spring is so full and brilliant, it releases the spirit and strength contained in a winter!