Record of Life's Scribbles | The Flourishing Dandelion

A dandelion growing by the vegetable garden, thriving under the spring's caress. Because it has a loyal heart.

Thirsty, it drinks a little water that has seeped from the scallion field; hungry, it draws a little nourishment that has rolled out from the garlic field. Sometimes, it even endures the stinging pain of being stepped on by a large foot.

Growing into a sturdy dandelion by the edge of the vegetable garden, under a bright morning, it proudly raises its golden, flower-shaped head. My eyes were dazzled by the spectacle before me, filled with wonder. I couldn't help but kneel down, gently touch its little face, and hold its flower-trimmed arm, feeling a warm current flow through my whole body.

A single flower reflects the beauty of life, truly 'cupping water and fragrance, wearing it like a garment.'

A humble weed, just as much gives us the joy of life's exuberant blossoming. That freedom and happiness, after blooming, and the heart that needs to soar, is a new interpretation of life.

Most people often favor the proud peony and pure white magnolia, how many people can lower their heads, bend their bodies, and spare their minds to examine this weed beneath their feet?

Looking up at the blue sky filled with expectations, looking down at the ground brings a broader perspective.

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