Sent to the childhood of the I often miss those happy childhood life: in the sunny afternoon, followed by the partners in the field trail running wild, cheering, holding mature Dandelion's blowing dandelion, that every now and then in the sky more float farther in our cheers, and finally disappear in our line of sight with the tender wind. Grow up, Abercrombie Brussel, I often alone came to the field secretly blowing dandelion, because in the book, I have seen the symbol of the lily of happiness and joy, but I do not know the lily is what, so from that when I stubbornly believe that That summer, I was sick in bed for nearly a month, when I woke up every day, my mother always carrying a bowl of hot soup to drink it. Just started a few days, and I did not hesitate to reach for soup drained. Then the mother said with a smile: One day, a childhood friend I sent a packet of medicine, dandelion leaves, boiled soup can cure. I let the mother give me boil, mother said, forget it, no matter, these days you have been drinking. Suddenly between the surge of heat in my heart, tears choked for a long time, and begged his mother to give me to boil a bowl, I did not give her that I steal down the drug thing, I'm afraid that she was sad. Mother again brought me soup when I Picking drained. The mother smiled, and then turned our backs to come up with a bundle from the bedside, said to me by my friend, I carefully opened, white dandelion. I closed my wrap, pressing it under the pillow, and then quietly go to sleep. That night I had a dream: numerous dandelion flying in the sky, and then into a little angel of a group of elves ... the A few days later, my illness. My mother and I come down to earth to go weeding, passing the mountain trail, I picked several flower dandelion, is the whole body of the effort to disperse it in fields. And then asked his mother: its leaves and stems dried boiled soup, drink a cure may be a symbol of happiness! not answered, stroking my head, she smiled, the smile is so warm, I have a long time not seen her smile. School back to school night, I packed a bag of already prepared lily into the depths of the schoolbag, which is ready for the mother's birthday gift. When I set foot on the west to the train, took the mother in the hands of baggage, my eyes moist. 11 months after the day I received a mother's phone, she said with a smile, too busy at home, I sent her gifts already received, did not have time to say, next month is my birthday. She gave me a gift he has already given me outside of school bags in his pocket, I hope that day will be wrapped in a paper My birthday that day, I took the packet, dandelion, standing on a barren ridge, holding out the Fly childhood memories with the dream of my youth, I can see the distant mountains, the bottom of my heart silently made a wish: the paradise of childhood, I have a dream； motherly love, my life moved.