Spring Morning
In the grass of the park behind our house, a plant ------- dandelion grows everywhere all year round.
In the grass of the park behind our house, a plant ------- dandelion grows everywhere all year round.
In the spring morning, when the sun wakes up the earth from its dream with its warm and gentle arms, and the golden light spreads over this small and insignificant park, the dandelion breaks out of the ground with its tenacity, as if to tell us that I am the first "little girl of the mountains" to grow new buds and leaves and change into spring clothes.
No matter how much the gardeners prune, hoe, and pull the grass every day, it has the tenacity of "the wildfire never ends, the spring breeze blows again". In the spring, the dandelion blooms, in the sunlight, extraordinarily brilliant, yellow, white, purple, yellow like gold, white like silver, purple like fire, when the wind blows, the top of the grass has yellow flowers, white flowers, purple flowers like fluffy fluttering in the wind like a young girl's colorful dress lovely. Its seeds can fly anywhere with the wind and take root wherever they land, germinate and grow more dandelions, and have a tenacious life force.
Dandelion is a perennial herb of the Asteraceae family, growing on land, although it is inconspicuous and not valued by people, it is a whole grass with roots, in addition to being ornamental, it is also a therapeutic herbal medicine, that can treat a variety of diseases, I like the dandelion, not only because it has a strong vitality and the earliest report to people the breath of spring, but more importantly, it only knows how to give, but not to take, it is happy and It is happy, and it flies far away with a dream, which is pleasing to the eye.
I love dandelions!
I love dandelions!
Dandelions are not only exquisite, small, and lovely, but they also have a character, a behavior, and a special character that I aspire to!
Dandelions are really beautiful!
I often fantasize about waking up and opening my sleepy eyes, when they are not fully awake, to record the first impression with my sense of smell: fresh grass fragrance. I was so much more awake and refreshed - ah! I saw it - small dandelion seeds with big parachutes in the distance fluttering on the azure sky, with a gust of wind, neatly blown to the far side of the sky. My short floppy hair was also playfully messy, slightly tidied up, as my fingertips slipped past my eyes - the azure sky, so high and tall dandelions! The green, straight, soft, and high waist, large, fluffy, and loose dandelion flowers, swaying curiously with me - ah! I looked as far as I could - the white flakes flew towards the sky and gradually became white clouds, disappearing into the sky. On the ground, the endless green grass, in addition to the huge dandelions standing above, the grass and my happy shadow ......
My fantasies about dandelions are always bizarre and beautiful, absurd and childlike.
I love dandelions!
When the wind blows gently past you, taking away your body, taking away your hopes, taking away your future. Wherever you go, you sow hope and take root here, but forever, while wandering, you don't know where you're going, but at this point, there's no doubt that you're all thinking about giving! Even in the barren desert, even on the narrow and silent cliff, you will put your life, your future, in the air with hope! This is a life of such spontaneity and even devotion! You are an ancient spirit full of fantasy, full of chanting, full of praise to be loved and enchanted! No matter what difficulties lie ahead, you are comfortable drifting with the wind, roaming the earth with lightness, dreams, and lyricism!
I envy you and long for you!
I love you, dandelion.



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