I am a dandelion. I grew up by my mother\u2019s side. One day, my mother said to me, \u201cMy child, now that you\u2019ve grown up, you should go out into the world on your own and settle down.\u201d 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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We set off, and Sister Wind first took me to the fields. \u201cOh, how beautiful!\u201d I couldn\u2019t help but exclaim. Look, the wheat in these fields stretches endlessly, like a giant Rubik\u2019s Cube. The golden wheat ears are bending the heads of their mother stalks. Are they dancing joyfully?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After seeing the fields, I felt absolutely wonderful. \u201cHuh? Sister Wind, what is this place? Could it be the Green Sea?\u201d I asked Sister Wind, full of curiosity. \u201cOh, little dandelion, that isn\u2019t the Green Sea\u2014it\u2019s a forest. Maybe it\u2019s because we\u2019re flying too high. Come on, I\u2019ll take you to have a look,\u201d Sister Wind replied playfully.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sister Wind led me into the woods. \u201cWow!\u201d I couldn\u2019t help but exclaim. \u201cIt really is a forest!\u201d 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\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn\u2019t want to leave this place. I said to Sister Wind, \u201cSister Wind, please set me down here. I want to make my home here.\u201d\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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