Gone dandelions

Long memories, scattered in the hometown of the ridge, scattered on the mother's Wearing, like that beautiful dandelion, met appropriate sun and breeze, it will slam open, the small dust grains, the memory also will be flying ... ...
You are a humble grass, but lonely, bent to grow up. Growing up, holding a fluffy little lanterns, the flowers that you open, you look like well-behaved, Liaode warm in his heart, and later, how many dreams in my heart lights up.
In memory of my childhood, you are an angel of love, a light yellow of the Huaqun, in the fields, toward the sun smile. Mother in the field work I play the side, I could not help but touch you with a small hand, like touching the mother's smile.
Later, I grew up, you've grown up. I put a calico dress, overturned on the children danced two braided pink butterfly children. You put on the Su Jie yarn skirt, wore a white tidbits.
I'm holding your heart in the little hand, gently at you "call -" to a blow, you tidbits floating away, like catkins were numerous, all the way with a smile, dancing, drifting into the distance.
I'm chasing you run, giggled, and kept waving to you. Mother straightened up and stood on the ridge, while wiping sweat, while looking at me and laughed. Bending over to work in the mother turned to the moment, I saw a dandelion Highlights hair falling on to the mother, and as beautiful as the mother's Wearing

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