( 1)
Green mountains and green waters flow outside the mountain, what else can you expect?
I don't see the mourning platform, and I travel in the sky with the wind.
(2)
Soaring in the sky, not seeking conversion.
My heart is like this, I'm afraid it's too late to chase the wind.
Note: The poem (1) tells that dandelion grows in the mountains and is associated with its life. Don't compete with flowers for fragrance and beauty, and don't deliberately pursue it. When the seeds are ripe, they float in the wind and dance in the sky, and they are happy for it.
Poetry (2) tells that dandelion seeds are flying, and then they think that ideals should be released.
Dandelion's dream
Dandelion's dream, dream,
Flying under a small umbrella of yellow velvet,
Change magical colors, travel around the world, travel around the world,
Jumping, excitedly pursuing a beautiful dream.
On the way to chasing dreams, I am always drifting.
Sometimes I race against the white clouds, sometimes I kiss the treetops,
Romantic, novel and exciting days,
However, the wind sometimes hurts the skin.
Cut a scar on your arm,
The next thunder and lightning, violent attacks,
More than originally thought. Desperate behavior,
Tearing umbrella flowers, fragments flying.
Only pain and fear remain in your palm,
And the doubts and melancholy in my heart abandoned the road,
Swallowed by thick smoke,
Frost and snow wash away the gorgeous clothes of dreams,
After overdrawing the youthful vitality, meditate.
Ancient Sophora japonica trees overlap with thick annual rings, adjusting or trying,
Low-key flight,
Keep your fingers close to the soil and hold the grounding gas.
Plain dreams are no longer illusory,
With a handful of thin soil and a handful of clean water,
Take root in the ordinary, or blossom extraordinary flowers.