A fleeting beauty

Dandelion, what a familiar name, I squatted down and looked at it carefully. The yellow and ordinary flowers are only pure yellow, and they are covered with dust. It may be that the dust splashed by passers-by has thrown itself on it, making its flowers dim. The leaves that open to the outside are almost flat on the ground and are even more dusty. I smell it. It doesn't have peonies. Rose, the moon season and other fragrance, and has a unique atmosphere of nature, a dandelion is the seeds of flowers, Zhouweimaorongrong's I gently touched, very comfortable, a breeze blowing the dandelion away, and fly higher and higher.