Everyone says a girl’s fate is like a seed: wherever it’s scattered, that’s where it lands. In fertile soil, it grows tall in the breeze; in barren soil, it struggles for the rest of its life. Although women’s status has greatly improved in today’s society, girls still have to marry and leave the homes they’ve lived in for years to start new families. That’s why I think a girl’s life is a lot like a dandelion’s: drifting wherever the wind takes it, seeming to pursue a life of freedom, putting down roots and surviving anywhere, yet never able to stay in one place for just one person. She can only keep moving forward, always without a true sense of belonging!
Emotional catharsis, self-salvation!