题记:我梦中那圣洁的蒲公英啊,漫天飞舞;我愿意把他们化作无数飘飞的雨珠,借以表达对那永远逝去的童年与青春的怀念之情。和儿子走在回家的路上。已经入秋的草坪上,除了草,还是草,夏日里那些冒出来的零星开放的野花早已了无踪迹。忽然,儿子迅速地跑向草坪。一边跑一边喊:妈妈,蒲公英!我顺着孩子指的方向看去,果然,在绿草丛中孤零零地长着一棵蒲公英,在风中微微地摇曳着。这个季节,还能有蒲公英,真是难得——我的 Inscription: The holy dandelion in my dreams, flying in the sky; I am willing to turn them into countless drifting raindrops in order to express my nostalgia for the never-ending childhood and youth. Walk with my son on the way home. Already into the autumn lawn, in addition to the grass, or grass, those summer sporadic open wildflowers long gone without trace. Suddenly, the son ran quickly to the lawn. Shouting: Mom, dandelion! I looked down the direction of the child, and sure enough, in the green grass lone with a dandelion, swaying in the wind. This season, but also have dandelion, is really rare - mine