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春季里,第一朵蒲公英悄然绽放。梦醒了,一切都醒了……我并不爱春,却不禁盼春。也许被禁锢了整整一个冬天的梦,在春日里渐渐苏醒。这便开始了所有的精彩,也在冥冥之中,有一个梦,有一个自由的梦……风过,吹散了那朵蒲公英。纯白的蒲公英在风中轻盈飞舞。吹过小河,吹过田梗,吹过我的身旁。我转身, 我追寻,我要伴着这些可爱的生灵,飘荡到远方。去找回那最初最迫切的梦。
In the spring, the first dandelion blooms quietly. The dream woke up and everything was awake... I didn’t love spring but I couldn’t help spring. May be confined to a whole winter dream, gradually regaining consciousness in spring days. This began all the excitement, is also in the dark, there is a dream, there is a free dream ... wind, blowing off the dandelion. Pure white dandelions fly lightly in the wind. I blew over the stream, passed the field terrier, and passed me by. I turned, I hunted, I want to accompany these cute creatures, drifting far into the distance. Go back to the first most urgent dream.