Recently I was told by a friend about the legend of the dandelion. Dandelions are wild flowers, growing low in the grass on the side of the road. Globular, white, dispersed by wind. The flowers are nothing special to some people, but extremely special to me.
In one field, there is a tree with bright yellow flowers, long, dark green leaves with pointed teeth like the lion's fangs. People call it Lion Wood.
Leo's teeth lay on top of the weeds, in his heart holding yellow petals like the sun. The man he loved was the flower that bloomed in his warm embrace. The thorny leaves of Lion's Teapot embrace the flowers, cover and full of hunger.
The summer came, the flowers withered the gold brooches, the sun-dress was replaced by a lightweight cotton blouse, white and smooth as goose feathers. The flowers in the arms of the boys rise high up proud. Leo's tooth is still fascinated to admire and silently praised her beauty. His daughter turned into a dandelion with a white satin gown. Love grows up.....
Suddenly one day, from a distant country, blowing to a son named Wind. The wind is loud, strong, passionate and lively. The wind goes in the whirling dance. The wind carried the flute, blowing beautiful songs about the field, and about the land that he had crossed. Wind of pride, Cold wind, and Wind are also heartless. Wind passing across the field, causing the tree species must be directed to follow. Above that little world, he was loved and admired.
Dandong is no exception. The wind rushed her overwhelmed, overwhelmed by prey and needlessness. When the wind sped over the field, she reached out in the wind, picking up the wind to her side. She wanted the cool winds to embrace her, clawing at each of the strands of the white sponge. She loves the wind, pure and complete.
But the wind was not to stop. He is the child of the clown and Adventure. The peaceful pasture is not an eternal dwelling. Rushing wind blowing through. Dancers struggled to hold, trying to grasp the Wind with her slender body, she stretched out. But in vain. Wind is blowing cold.
Lion teeth throbbing in the heart. His heart was razed by the teeth. He protects the girl he loved, and then lost her for a moment. Leo desperately despised his green arms, holding back the white dancers. But his arm was in the wind. The beautiful and soft dandelion flowers have separated themselves from the flowers, to fly in the same direction with the wind is gone.
And day by day, the farmers in the fields still hear the Lion's teeth whispering together with the Wind from the far reaches, asking the wings of Dandelion was brought to the place ... "There, she How do you live? " Wind is silent, Wind can not carry Dandelion forever. The girl falls on the journey, burying herself in the ground, then reborn into her children and name them the Lion Teeth ...
Plants have flowers, but not flowers. Flowers always reach the wind. Wind is difficult to grasp, only love the journey. And when the wind was over, Hoa knew that his roots were resinous in the blood of the tree.