That is far and near.
White floc after floc.
Mao Mao's is light and naughty.
Oh, this is
Dandelion's flower season
flying all over the sky
There's a trail of her.
Dyed her eyelashes.
Touched my nose
Still holding on to her skirt
Never leave or give up
This fluffy ball
This white miracle
Did you get lovesickness in early spring?
Or the memory of cool autumn
Dandelion didn't say a word
Blink.
Intimate with me
This is a poem about things. The poetic image is vivid, the rhythm is harmonious and the rhythm is moving. The biggest highlight is the use of anthropomorphic techniques, which makes the image of dandelion vivid and impressive. If we can make more efforts in the choice of rhyme, the effect will be better.