Selected works of American literature 1:

Dandelion agreement

Is the misfortune brought by fate purely coincidental or destiny takes a hand?

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The night in this city is so dark that there is not even a star. This is terrible and painful. Maybe you can understand it as the unique beauty of this city.

The light stayed at the top of Yuanming Temple. The light it radiated saved the city and all living things woke up. Look! Dandelions in the field, they fly freely, so perfect and beautiful! ! !

Beautiful encounter

Expressway's horn sounded constantly on the bus, and the people coming and going in the street kept pace. Where are they going? New leaves are in full bloom by the roadside, and it is another beautiful spring. Dandelions in the mountains are also blooming one after another. In one part of this city, there lived a girl, and in another part of this city, there lived a boy, who was a freshman this year. I don't know why, maybe it was the traction of dandelion, and they met.

"Do you like dandelions?"

"Yes, love. They are really beautiful. At some point, they will be free to fly where they think, which is really perfect. "

"Yes, they are really beautiful, and there seems to be an irresistible charm on them, which affects me and makes people intoxicated" (encouragement)

"It seems that we are still bosom friends."

"yes! What a coincidence, brother. "

In this way, perhaps the dandelion's traction, these two strange boys and girls, because of the same hobby, have become brothers and sisters who are closer than their relatives.

Two old things painted by dandelion

girl

The girl was born in a community in this city. She was a very sensible child since she was a child. What should her parents say? Her parents are cancer patients. Perhaps it is this fatal blow that the two meet in the dark and then encourage each other to know each other and love each other. Finally, the girl and her sister were born.

But ... the girl's father died of cancer five years ago, when the girl was in the fifth grade. Only the terminally ill mother, terminally ill sister and terminally ill sister support the family economy. What is this? Is this called misfortune or just coincidence?

Then, when the girl was in Grade One, her mother left her because of cancer. It's just her and her sister. They all know that maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, death will appear in front of them at this moment. What can it do?

What a coincidence! The girl's family, her father, mother, sister and herself all like dandelions very much. I don't know why. Is this called heredity or empathy? Girls don't understand

She attends class on time every day, goes home on time, and goes to the welfare home with other little brothers and sisters in her spare time. Sometimes she tells stories, plays games and sings. Life is like this! (Basic principles of being a man)

boy

Boys don't have a happy family like ordinary people, but perhaps luckier than girls, they are completely healthy! The boy was born in a community in the easternmost part of the city. His family is not very rich, and there are parents, grandparents who love him. Everything is perfect! But misfortune often breaks out in silence or dies in silence.

The boy was admitted to the best high school in the city, but it was too far from his home, so the boy lived in school. On the birthday of boy 16, his parents bought many packages of their son's favorite food to surprise him. My parents are sitting in the car, and everything is fine. The next day, the boy took the morning paper just sent by the school. "ah! What? Collapse? Whose car? " Yes, my dear child, as you can imagine, the taxi that the boy's parents took collided with a big truck. Because the rescue was not timely, they could not stay at the scene. That bag of their son's favorite food, against the background of blood, is so dazzling, so dazzling

Since then, the boy has never had a birthday, and has since become an introverted person. In this way, he lives with his grandparents Perhaps fortunately, in his backyard, dandelions are in full bloom, and the boy looks at them blankly every day. That time may be the happiest moment for boys.

The agreement under dandelion

"Brother, you came to see dandelion again!"

"Yes, you are here, too?"

"Why do you love dandelions so much?"

The boy paused and said nothing.

"oh! Sorry, I'm talking to myself, hehe "(full moon greetings).

"Because they are warm!"

"oh"

Two little heads staring at dandelion. What are they thinking and talking about?

Brother, we hooked up, and we must keep our word! "

"Ha ha! Silly girl, you are so cute. "

In this way, my brother and sister made an agreement in dandelion, but we don't know what this agreement is. Perhaps, the only people who know them are the dandelion boys with white awns!

dream

"Brother, if one day I die, can you come to my grave and give me a lot of dandelions? I really love them. "

Silly girl, don't be silly.

"Really, promise me?"

"At that time, I will send it if I want."

"oh! Thank you. "

Two people gawk at this charming dandelion. What are they thinking? Why do you think? What are you thinking about? Maybe only they know.

The breeze blew and affected the girl's hair. She looks so beautiful today!

The boy with his hands in his pockets looks really handsome.

"Well, brother, what's your dream?"

The boy was silent.

"Oh, I'm talking to myself, hehe"

"What about you?

"I"

"I don't know, if reality permits, I want to be a dog. Because of my father, mother, sister and I, we are all afraid of the dark. I want to be a dog at home to protect them. "

"You are so naive."

"No, I want to be a doctor, a very famous and powerful doctor. The terminal illness is really terrible. If I can become a doctor, I can help them Really, I don't know if I can wait until that day. "

"Oh, don't want to. If you want to be a doctor, you must grasp it. "

"That's true."

"Do you want to know my dream?"

"ah? What? "

"If you don't hear it, forget it."

"Yes, go ahead."

I, I want to be a policeman.

"The police. Why? "

"Why not"

I said, "Hehe, brother, come on."

"Come on, you too."

"Tick it, hehe!"

Through the sunshine, filled with their son's favorite food, some dandelions have begun to leave the bracket and fly away.

Appointment after 8 years

Time flies, it's been eight years. Dandelions are old, but new ones are in bloom. When I looked back, the boy and the girl met again.

Yes, the boy became an excellent policeman, specializing in maintaining order in expressway, and the girl became a famous doctor as she wished.

"Brother, you have become handsome."

"oh"

"Ha ha, how are you?"

"bad"

"oh"

"You are still the same as before, and you haven't changed at all."

"Oh, you too, very cute."

"Hehe"

In fact, the girl is really poor. She is in pain, but she has to pretend to be happy like a clown in front of others.

"You know, I'm really useless."

"What's the matter?"

"My sister died 1 years ago."

"I'm sorry"

"Nothing."

"Are you all right?"

"Ha ha, but what's wrong with your heart?"

"Brother, do you remember what you promised me?"

"what"

"When I die, I will send many dandelions to my grave."

"I said forget it."

"Really, don't forget."

"Sure, you must not forget."

The sound is near and far away, and the girl's back slowly disappears into the agreement under the dandelion.

The boy is gone, too.

Maybe everything is a coincidence.

"Dandelion blooms very late this year. I don't know why. I want to cry every time I see them. I feel reluctant to part with them. Maybe I'm going to die. Is this the psychological reaction of the deceased before he died? Then, I am so happy that I can still see dandelions blooming when I die. Ha ha, I am lucky! " This is the first paragraph of the last page of the girl's diary.

"I don't know why, but I'm really sad to see my sister meet after such a long separation. Don't! I should be happy, shouldn't I? However, the feeling of sadness always makes me shed tears inadvertently. Dandelion, dandelion, please bless my sister, everything is safe, please! " This is the first paragraph of the last page of the boy's diary.

Is this the end of a girl's life or a miraculous rebirth? Let's join hands and pray for God to bless this poor girl.

"I don't know why I feel this way at the moment. When playing with the children in the welfare home, I was so tired and hard that I seemed to faint when I walked. Am I old, or should I ""? Please, God, don't do this. I still have a lot of things to do. Those poor children need me, and those patients need me. Please, give me a little more time! " This is the second paragraph of the last page of the girl's diary.

"I haven't seen my sister for several days. Being a doctor is really busy. I wonder how she is now. I really should play with her. Let her relax, this girl is always thinking. " This is the second paragraph of the last page of the boy's diary.

"Ah! Sister? "

"Yes, brother."

"Let's come out to play this day."

"I don't know where to play."

"It's in the park near your home. How about it? "

"Very good."

"See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow"

The night in this city is still so dark, so horrible and so sad.

The result of dandelion traction

The girl came to the park early and sat on the swing chair.

"I'm so scared. My heart is beating so fast that I can't seem to breathe. Will I die? Brother, why haven't you come yet? It seems that I am going to sleep. "

The wind blew the girl's hair, and the people of Ye Er rustled. Shh! Keep your voice down, the girl is sleeping.

After the boy finished his official business, he got into a taxi and was in a hurry to make an appointment.

"Shit, my sister must be anxious."

"What's the matter, I'm so tired, want to sleep, no, my sister is still waiting for me. Why don't my eyes work? I can't turn them off.

The sky is so small. "At the end of the night, the boy closed his eyes.

The taxi that the boy took collided with a big truck, just like the car accident that happened to the boy's parents. The boy left us. All the dandelion flowers in his hand also flew away. Where are they going? No, we don't know.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't wait for you, walked first. Sorry, sorry. I am really useless. As a doctor, I can't save myself. I am so useless, I must be very happy in the other world. I won't be your sister in the next life. I want to be your own sister. Promise me, goodbye brother, goodbye my dear dandelion. "

"Elder sister, I'm sorry, I can't give you your beloved dandelion. I'm really sorry, but you are really great, helping so many people out of the dark and making so many little brothers and sisters happy. You're really great. My sister forgave me for leaving. You are so beautiful. "

This is the last paragraph in The Diary of a Teenage Girl, a boy, but it is not written in a diary, but written in my heart. Perhaps it is too late to write it!

Dandelion, let's tick.

Hehe, my dear children, there will be no more cars in that world, and there will be no more darkness in that world.

The dandelion in full bloom this year is splendid and lush. The old is getting old and the new is blooming. They follow the wheels, but they are not entirely themselves. Everything's fine. Time to go.

Xu, somewhere at the junction of this world and that world, the girl is wearing her beautiful princess dress and crystal shoes with jewels, and the boy is wearing a handsome dress. Where dandelion is in full bloom, they appreciate it. Occasionally, a cool breeze blows, affecting girls' hair and slightly shaking boys' skirts. Butterflies in the distance seem to be whispering something. Suddenly, the dandelion took off its bracket and flew to a distant place.

The boy and the girl laughed

"Brother, look, that's dandelion."

Selected Works of American Literature II:

Dandelion agreement

When I was a child, I had so many memories of dandelions beside beautiful fences, stepping on a wilderness; Looking in a small forest; The encounter in the golden rape field buried many of our true and perfect virginity.

The dandelion in my memory is quiet, always waiting for something in the corner among the green flowers. Or blown away by the wind, and then wandering, wandering, safe and quiet. In this way, the obedient dandelion fluttered freely in the sky with the wind, until one day it was finally tired and finally wanted to stop and stay in a comfortable place. But it happened that when it wanted to stay, the wind took it away, and it couldn't stay any longer ... maybe this is its fate, short-lived fate. The flower language of dandelion is: love that can't stay.

Every encounter in life symbolizes the truth of dandelion. The wind floats you from one station to another, and people and things that pass by one station are too late to appreciate. At this point, it has drifted to a brand-new platform. Just like the process of life, from childhood to youth, from youth to maturity, from maturity to middle age, from middle age to old age, from old age to loess. This is a person's life, swaying at any time, and it's too late to stay. When you really want to stop and have a rest, you have reached the loess high slope.

I remember that there is a song in Jay Chou called "The Agreement of Dandelion", and the lyrics tell the true and beautiful perfection of dandelion. Fold our wishes into paper planes and send letters, just because we can't wait for the meteor and seriously cast the coin that determines our fate, but we don't know where it can go.

This may be a short fate, a short life.

Selected works of American literature 3:

Dandelion agreement

On the campus lawn, clusters of dandelions and bright yellow flowers are blooming in dribs and drabs, much like children's warm smiling faces.

This is the most common flower in summer, and its shadow can be seen on every grass blown by the wind, on the roadside and under the eaves. No one needs to sow carefully, and few people will stop and linger for it. But every summer, they will still come as scheduled, bloom, and then become light umbrellas and go with the wind.

I remember when I was a child, I loved to take off my dandelion umbrella, gently, like holding a fragile dream, reluctant to touch it, afraid of ruining it ... but there will always be wind blowing, and the seeds will leave one by one and take root, sprout and grow in different places. ...

When I grow up, I understand that only when I leave in the form of seeds will I meet in the form of flowers-this is a beautiful agreement! So when I see the dandelion umbrella again, I will smile and blow it away. ...

When I went to the Peony Garden on Sunday, I saw many dandelions under the carefully trimmed peony branches. The richest and the most ordinary are in sharp contrast, but they also set each other off. So where else can't dandelions bloom?

Such a free and spontaneous life, even if ordinary, should also be sung for it.

Selected works of American literature 4:

Dandelion agreement

Part 1

Many years later, youth is still going on, and there is a person who never complains or leaves the injury, so I am still waiting, and you are no longer there.

I always indulge in the silent past. One day, I opened the blue confession and decided to stay up all night. In the quiet night, I listen to those heartbreaking songs. I'm not the singer, but I always feel a sore throat.

The faint thoughts of that summer are numb with the deepening of winter. That summer, I couldn't touch the words of the past again and again. I still remember that sunny summer, but I couldn't feel your temperature.

This winter is very beautiful. I am silently waiting for your news, but I miss you silently, falling like snowflakes, burying me inch by inch, blurring the reality, but not your sad face in memory.

In the summer of that year, time sang a indifferent eulogy, which was a slender and distressing voice. You said "we should be together", so I'll wait for you there.

Remember? That time, you just looked at the clothes in the shop and I stroked your hair. "Do you like it?" It's beautiful. Don't look back. Then buy it. Not for me. You say it and walk away. I know, it must suit you.

the second part

A year later. I went back to the street alone. A girl is wearing that dress, looking at the warm back. I thought it was you. I ran after her and gave her a gentle look back, but it wasn't you. It was she, a warm woman, who met her in this accident.

I didn't realize that she loved winter, and suddenly I thought of you. No, you love summer, not winter, but why do you think of you?

Flowers and light in the darkness are separated by the stream of life and death, the silent and claustrophobic air is remembered, and the sound of time is quietly passing away. It is cold and beautiful, dandelion is blown away by the wind, whose happiness is in exile? We once said goodbye, and they were separated by a light year. Who says time is too short and fingers are too long?

I sealed those lost old days in a wooden box, accidentally remembered them and took them out to miss them, as sad as a merry-go-round.

I remember that season was midsummer, and dandelion was fragrant in every memory. You say dandelions are like snow, instead of lonely rings, and then you forget each other in time. In fact, I know it's just a side face of memory, and I am willing to collect all your stories.

My impressive footage turned into a edited film. This is a pantomime in the fog. I can't understand the protagonist's expression, but I can see your heart and look for dandelion's consent again.

On New Year's Day, the lights are on, and autumn has slowly dispersed. Instead, it is the smog in winter. Clouds have floated across the whole sky, many memories are constantly flashing, and the broken past has passed. Leaving a picture of dusk, everything in the past is like a complex and empty dream, which comes and goes silently.

Memories of the image appeared, vividly, thoughts spread to those memories, buried in eternal life, but still doomed, with familiar emotions to describe such an expression, in silence, sadness is a river.

At this moment, the snowflake seems to float away again, melting into a beautiful face and condensing into an immortal memory. Close your eyes and stare blankly. In your memory, your smile is sweeter than this snow.

the third part

Do you still remember the agreement of dandelion?

That summer, you 17 years old and I 18 years and five months old. You say dandelions are like snow, and you cover my face with your hands. You said Miss Cher gave me warmth, but we agreed never to part. Where are you now?

Dandelion in that summer, I know you have been listening to what I said to you.