Dandelion seeds are in the shape of an umbrella, like a mother wrapping a child, floating into the distance with softness¡ª¡ª
Flowers bloom and fall, seeds are sown, and every plant and creature on the earth seems to spread their offspring endlessly. In the vast plains and unpredictable oceans, they have countless ways and secrets.
Dandelion, the green seedling root, is unremarkable among roadside weeds, but even so, it has a unique way of spreading.
When the flower stems are pulled out from the tender green leaves, and the finely divided flowers are competing to open, the dandelion will look at the flowers and whisper kindly.
"My child, I will use my best efforts to let you get enough sunlight and provide my body's nutrition to you."
As night falls, the tiny flower pieces slowly gather, and the dandelion communicates with the flowers with the most heartfelt heart.
"Son, you need to rest, sleep well, I will always be by your side."
The flower is wrapped very safely, it never fails to live up to its mother's love, it will race against time to seize the time, so that it has the courage to travel the world.
The air and water between the sky and the earth provide enough nutrients for the dandelion. It sings and dances every day to feed its children with the most nutrients.
The flowers live up to hope, and the black seeds are healthy and strong. This is the mother's love and the response of the flowers to be loved.
The seeds were bred and formed. Although reluctant to give up, Dandelion still let the child come out carefully.
"Son, you have grown up, and your mother can no longer wrap you in her arms. This heaven and earth is your destination."
The seeds stuck in the mother's arms and refused to leave: "Mom, although I have grown up, the sun is so hot and the wind is so uncomfortable."
The dandelion leaves trembled, and the long stems shook slightly. Reluctance, even if there are thousands of reluctance, the child has grown up and must have a home.
"No, look, the blue sky is your sky, and the earth is your land. You have to return to the world and become the real you."
Feeling the warm sunshine and being baptized by the breeze, the seeds finally opened their mouths reluctantly.
"Mother, the sky is my sky, and the earth is my land. I will tell my children the same thing in the future."
The dandelion smiled, the leaves made a gentle sound, and a breeze blew by, and it asked over and over again with soft words.
"Child, go, fly quickly, don't dislike the burden on your body, this is the last time I will protect you."
Seeds flew high, looking at the long white fluff on their bodies, crying and shouting.
"No, I won't dislike it, I will take it with me and find my own heaven and earth." (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com