It may drift to a place unknown to you at any time,
The dandelion in memory is quiet,
Always waiting for something quietly in the corner among the green flowers,
Or it is blown away by the wind, and then wanders and wanders.
Peaceful, so quiet...
The peaceful dandelions are floating in the sky like this,
Until one day I was so tired that I finally wanted to stop.
I want to stay in a relatively comfortable place.
But just when he wanted to stay,
The wind took it away again,
can never stay,
Maybe this is its fate, a short-lived fate,
The flower language of dandelions is - love that cannot stay, sad and desolate,
but……
Legend has it that all you have to do is kiss a dandelion seed and plant it in a flowerpot.
Fertilize it, water it, and remove insects, and it will grow.
When the seeds grow up, they turn into tiny dandelions.
When a gust of wind blows,
It will carry your love,
To replace you, to find your destiny...
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One afternoon ten years ago, in the gray sky, there were sparse raindrops like cow hair.
Next to a cute little mushroom house, there are many colorful flower pots, and they...are all filled with dandelions of all sizes.
A little girl wearing a pink gauze skirt was jumping happily and dancing happily in the rain.
But suddenly, she caught sight of a person nearby. She subconsciously walked over and saw clearly that it was a little boy squatting on the wet ground, letting the rain fall on his shoulders, head and body.
, looking at his figure, he seemed to be crying...
The little girl frowned slightly, but finally squatted down. She leaned towards the little boy and pushed him with her little hands: "Hey, are you okay? Stop crying. If you keep squatting like this, you will be killed.
If you catch a cold in the rain, if you have any difficulties, you can tell me, I think I can help."
The little boy paused for a moment, then raised his head. When the little girl saw the face in front of her clearly, she couldn't help but be stunned. What a beautiful face it was, with a white and tender face, as bright as the stars.
Eyes, high bridge of nose, pink lips...
"Wow, you look so beautiful..." the little girl couldn't help but admire.
The little boy looked at the twinkling clear eyes in front of him, his nose greedily sniffed the fragrance of milk that had not faded from her body, and answered with a faint sob, "My baby is gone."
"Baby? What is it?" the little girl blinked in confusion and asked.
"He is my puppy. We grew up together. But just yesterday, he... left and he died..." As he spoke, the boy's eyes turned red and tears began to pop.
, falling down with a snap.
"Don't cry..." The little girl looked at the crying little boy in front of her and couldn't help but fidget, but immediately seemed to have thought of something again, and bent her eyes with a smile, "I have a solution.
, just wait for me for a little while."
The girl ran all the way to her small garden and took a pot of pink dandelions from the garden. This pot of dandelions took her a long time to dye the color, because her deceased grandma said that her last
Her favorite flower is dandelions, and what she wants to cultivate most in her life is pink dandelions.
The little girl couldn't cultivate it, but in order to fulfill her grandma's last wish, she spent a long time dyeing the dandelions pink. She looked at the pink dandelions and smiled with satisfaction.
Then he ran all the way to the little boy.
"This pot of pink dandelions is also my only one. Now, I give this pot of pink dandelions to you. I hope it can take the place of your baby. I'm sorry, I have to leave first. If I go back late, I will be disturbed by my mother.
You are scolding, remember what I said, take good care of this pot of dandelions, and take care of it instead of me." The girl handed the dandelion into the boy's hand and said softly.
The girl showed an unusually innocent and bright smile to the boy, got up and ran into the heavy rain.
The little boy held the pink dandelion tightly in his hand and stared at the direction where the little girl disappeared for a long time.
A pure black Rolls-Royce sedan drove up to the boy's side. Two men in black, neatly dressed in suits, neatly stepped out of the car and walked to the little boy's side, "Young Master, it's time for us to go back.
"
"Yes." The little boy nodded lightly, looked at the dandelion in his hand, and then looked at the direction where the little girl disappeared.
Get up and walk into the car.
The black Rolls-Royce quickly disappeared on the wide street without leaving any trace.