Tisch
What happened was a rain that didn't land. Like dandelion, it rises on the edge of the wind; Like dandelions, they deliver bad news on the edge of the wind. The man with the umbrella ran away with the umbrella. I keep out the rain, but I can't keep out the wind. I began to tremble like an old man with a loose bone, which was blown by the cold wind as a bone whistle.
Sheltering from the rain in the slaughterhouse, the knife in the butcher's hand warned me: "I seem to have fallen into the hands of traffickers." The old hen squatted on the desk and said, Cold Wave is going to sleep-what's its secret?
extreme
The river is gray and foggy, and there is a boat going upstream. Dandelion flocs floated back from a distance and gathered into an umbrella. The sun rises in the east, and a river of spring water flows eastward. Athletes return to the starting line. Going back in time can't carry a snowflake as light as dandelion. Sinking is full of sadness of falling. Suddenly the grass is fragrant and the stars are bright. My eyes are as pure blue as the sky; Dance lightly like a butterfly.
In the romantic season, dance becomes a swaying beautiful image. The feathers of time fly all over the sky. Blue sky sets out for dreams. My heart lake slowly drifted into a boat. No matter how the river goes against the current, it never flinches from its pursuit of dreams and rock climbing. The water ripples are so clear that I can see birds flying. Maybe the years have drifted away. What remains unchanged is a heart. Poetry has a new meaning. Deep in silence, the guzheng is melodious. My heart grows green leaves and flowers.
Tisso
Dandelion has accumulated enough energy. It grabs its white hair and lifts it up. For the last time, it successfully escaped from life.
Out of low taste, out of dust. Only dandelion can do all this. This is the trance of autumn. Thought is the greatest power in the world? Some people have never calculated its formula, the positive energy in its body.
Before we leave. It has made all the preparations. Dandelion stood on tiptoe, jumping and jumping, and took a look at her hometown. Then, she put herself on her back, packed her luggage and took a good picture. Fly as high as the sky, just reaching the weather of Han and Tang Dynasties. If, not like this. How did dandelion destroy itself and exile itself to the village? It waits for the wind to take away its seeds and freedom. In a foreign land, renew life or hope.