The small trees in the distance, under the touch of the wind, jumped freely, as if they were children who had been tickled by someone else, jumping lively and joyfully. Suddenly, in my hazy vision crossed a remote trailing dandelion, hairy top like a perfect umbrella like open, open, and strive to float towards a higher place, the higher the higher, somehow, it has been out of my memories that have long been precipitated ......
Hours ago, I very much like to lie on the grass and look up at the sky above. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it. In that moment of freedom, I often recall what my mom and dad did for me: I was clothed and fed. Never worrying about the worries of life, never asking about the hardships of life. This kind of life often let me have in front of my classmates proud of the capital: how, my mom bought me another Turbo clothes, you envy it! And whenever I looked at those hard-working students, I always hinted to myself: nothing, my future, my parents will give me a good pavement, why should I worry about my future and make myself miserable? Until that dandelion appeared, everything changed.
It was a Saturday evening when my mom took me for a walk in the countryside. We strolled alone in our hometown between the path, the roadside flowers and grasses can not help but also moved by this scene, can not help but also dance up. Under the peaceful and quiet environment, we let the breeze caress our face, let the golden sunshine sprinkle all over our body. Suddenly, a small golden ball floated towards us. It was a Portuguese duchess.
"Wow, how beautiful!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, my son, but if it doesn't work its way up, how can we see its own beauty?" Mom seemed to be saying this in a meaningful way.
Listening to my mom's words, I couldn't help but lower my head. Looking around, a sea of green. "It's been floating with the wind for a long, long time." I pondered silently. As I thought about it, the scene of it excitedly breaking away from its parents and trying to fly upward with the wind appeared in my mind. Little by little, it flew over the plains, flew through the woods, flew over the river, flew over the mountains, until it appeared in the eyes of the birds, appeared in the embrace of the sea, appeared in people's minds, and every time it appeared, is not the real meaning of its life?
I don't know when, I have a kind of admiration for the dandelion, with the flow of this kind of emotion, I'm ashamed of myself, and then look at me, I live in my parents' consciousness all the time, until now, I don't know how to take care of my life. I don't know how to match my favorite clothes, I don't know how to do laundry, I don't know how to cook, I don't know how to mend my clothes when they are torn, I don't know how to do it when I fall down! Look at myself, think of the beautiful Portuguese Duke, where is the beauty of my life? I can't help but ask myself this in my heart.
"Children, life is only once, we must cherish, cherish the meaning of not how to preserve life, but to create the true meaning of life, the true value, so that you will be like that Portuguese public English, show their own beauty, and let others marveled at!" .
Listening to my mother's words, I slowly raised my head, looking at my mother's face smile, I understand everything. I nodded my head as I looked at the beautiful golden figure flying farther and farther away.
A light breeze, I can not help but from the memories back to reality, looking at that more and more high figure, I can not help but reveal a heartfelt smile ......