A dandelion that can fly

Dandelion, it is never satisfied with staying in a remote corner, the most like to go to the outside world to break in, at night I dreamed that I became a white dandelion, floating in the vast world.

One windy dusk, I ran home from school, happily pulled my daughter to the dandelion-filled hillside, my daughter taught the teacher "Dandelion Seeds", hummed up, she sang while jumping around in the dandelion mile, a dandelion in the song, gently floated up to the sky, I was a little excited, my eyes bloomed with them away, maybe I am not married, no children, I can now say go away

I seemed to see a dream made at night, a dandelion, desperate to fly away, she began to look for her own piece of the world, without any burden, happy and happy to fly over the city, wanton enjoyment, without any restraints

But reality hit her like a ginkgo tree and landed her to the ground, completely unable to move, and could only be slaughtered