I wish I could be a kite, and the blue sky is my home; I wish I could be a boat, and go downstream, and the sea is my stage, and the distant distance is my screen. So, my friend, I have to praise the dandelion, which has been floating in the wind since its birth, and has been walking under an umbrella. Under the blue sky, the flowers are flying, and I wish your soul can carry them under the umbrella...
