𖧷 Today i found a dandelion among the yellowing weeds. Beautiful but not luxurious，in its simplicity dandelion never chooses，dandelion always believed in the wind that carried it. It grows anywhere but does not take away the essence of its beauty. Simplicity is so attached even though the sneer still resonates — the occasional fragility becomes a weapon ready to stab dandelion. Tossed by the wind without a definite direction. A gust of wind may blow dandelions away，but can never eliminate their existence.