The Love of Dandelion
Column: Poetry Add Time: 2011-1-13 14:47:02 Source: admin Click: 40
Version One:
Wind, my blooming is for your arrival.
Going with you is my greatest expectation.
No matter whether you take me to the ends of the earth or the corners of the sea,
I will have no regrets.
Version Two:
The dandelion said to the wind: Wind, my blooming, like my classmate who became a mistress, is all for your arrival. The Hong Kong on the mountain, going with you is my greatest anticipation.
The wind was ready to take the dandelion away.
The root said: This departure, over high mountains and long rivers.
The leaf asked: Will this departure be sorrowful?
The grass advised: This departure, through the years.
The ground complained: Those who leave, wealthy and content, break the hearts of those left behind at their hometown.
The dandelion replied: No matter if the wind takes me to the ends of the earth or the corners of the sea,
Whether placed in the mud or on the water,
I will bloom without regret.