Dandelion love1

The soil is the first love, when it dandelion carried by the wind to there at that moment, the soil is deeply in love with it, soil mundane, but always give dandelion timely care, let individual character and optional, make public free dandelion don't understand how to cater to, it lets soil every care are turned to bubble, ungrateful also threw cold water, the dandelion just want to put it when make friend, but every time angry will turn it into a punching bag, move, try to accept, but still not really in the atrium. The soil is very sad, but has vowed to give it want life, only it no matter how to do are not dandelion affirmation, it after, it was on the loose. "Don't like" in the soil opinion is just an excuse, but no found themselves well, really understand oneself attentively dandelion natural would accept, it it good but not seeking anyreturns, feeling is so pure, the dandelion nor hardness of heart, always felt that he the soil's guilt, it's that kind of care is not my dream longing? But it does not accept it too young, insecurity, whichever it is pain, twisted, avoided, until one day it had to leave, the blessing oneself walk of natural and unrestrained some, also bless it have been better.
One day the wind blew the dandelion tree, it saw a colorful world, stop there seems to listen to charactizing a MiaoMan, the surroundings of all is so fine, standing high in the trees, thought also become broad up, carrying his own dream, vigor 4 shoot the planning is full of excitement the beautiful dreams, always think that one day she would and towering trees with belong to oneself as the keen overlook that thrived, panoramic ray, the tree immediately become its object of worship, the dandelion wordlessly, sense it's perfect, but can't close up. As time passes stood behind the trees, saw the dandelion free and fragile, it did not see so strong, but still in their own unique way to interpret their personality, near but not too far by understanding the, the tree flickering eyes and full disguise panic expression, they don't talk without words into the good friend, is between some reason, distance, they speak freely, there is always talk, talk, talk about the ideal future, until now talk about love, dandelions but quietly found under the tree has the fittest enjoy the cool, it conceals a loss, but also to admire the legendary, still pretended buds, no, then at least they began to destroy is correct, it does not regret. The day will come when they will have a haven, go with it compose with future with the brilliant, hope it to block that arms of solid strong wind, don't fall to let go away by the wind to beloved himself. Just dandelion heart no longer belong here, it doesn't need to have the tree just enjoy the cool, quiet away, and forced himself of reaching want to find themselves in the unreal, even if you don't know where he comes from, but still with the winds continue drifting. Leave the wonderful memories, bitter in soul also sweet in my heart.