Poems about flying dandelions

A few years later, an admission notice from a distant place made my dream about dandelion more real. One evening before leaving, the wind was very strong, and my mother and I unconsciously came to the hillside behind the hut. Dandelions on the hillside fly higher than before. My eyes widened in surprise, and my mother stood not far from me with tears in her eyes. As dusk grew, my mother and I walked back silently. When I arrived at the hut, my mother took my hand and said softly, Son, you are a flying dandelion, but you have to fly higher.