A touch of light color can't hide the deep and persistent feelings; the slowly flying feathers can't stop the love conveyed clearly. The floating dandelion is not a lonely wandering, but a continuation of life and the true nature of blending with nature. The calm dandelion is always fluttering in the air, occasionally stopping but then starting off. I always feel that this place is not my favorite, until one day I am tired and want to stay in a relatively comfortable place. But just when he wanted to stay, the wind took it away and finally blew it into the soil. When will the flying dandelion find a resting place...
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