I am a dandelion. I grew up by my mother’s side. One day, my mother said to me, “My child, now that you’ve grown up, you should go out into the world on your own and settle down.” So, with a heavy heart, I bid farewell to my mother, and Sister Wind cradled me in her hands and took me out into the world.
We set off, and Sister Wind first took me to the fields. “Oh, how beautiful!” I couldn’t help but exclaim. Look, the wheat in these fields stretches endlessly, like a giant Rubik’s Cube. The golden wheat ears are bending the heads of their mother stalks. Are they dancing joyfully?
After seeing the fields, I felt absolutely wonderful. “Huh? Sister Wind, what is this place? Could it be the Green Sea?” I asked Sister Wind, full of curiosity. “Oh, little dandelion, that isn’t the Green Sea—it’s a forest. Maybe it’s because we’re flying too high. Come on, I’ll take you to have a look,” Sister Wind replied playfully.
Sister Wind led me into the woods. “Wow!” I couldn’t help but exclaim. “It really is a forest!” Here, I discovered a village of grasshoppers. I could make out the streets and alleys; I saw beetle musicians intently fluttering their wings, beautiful melodies flowing like a spring; I saw the beetle villagers going about their daily work; each of them was using their front legs to push food two or three times their own size, hurrying along the path. I also saw…
Finally, Sister Wind took me to the riverbank. The river, clear to the bottom, was like a mirror; ripples spread across its surface in the gentle breeze, sending up splashes of water. All kinds of fish danced in the water, as if expressing their joy.
I didn’t want to leave this place. I said to Sister Wind, “Sister Wind, please set me down here. I want to make my home here.”…
