院子里,姥姥正扫着满地的落叶,一阵风吹过来,它们像一片片羽毛吹走了。此时此刻,它们是在羡慕蒲公英被风吹走后,不会像自己一样永远只是一片枯叶,而是飞向另一个山冈,等待另一个春天的来到。在即将来临的春天里,它们还能生根、发芽……生生不息。 In the yard, the grandmother was sweeping the fallen leaves, and a gust of wind blew through them like a feather. At this moment, they are not the same as themselves, just after they are blown away by envy and admiration of the dandelion. They will fly to another hill forever and wait for another spring to come. In the coming spring, they can also take root and germinate ... endlessly.