Chinese made up a short story.

My mother is a dandelion standing by the fence of primary school. And I am the seed of a furry white umbrella on my head.

Autumn came, while my mother yawned in the bright afternoon sunshine, my five sisters and I left my mother's body, and we were going on a long trip-to see the oriole in the south of the Yangtze River.

God, this is my first time to fly. I'm nervous and excited. I firmly remember the flying tips my mother told us, but it didn't take much effort, and I was far from my hometown and my mother.

Although the days of flying were very tiring, our sisters talked and laughed all the way, and were very happy and comfortable. We flew over countless villages and towns, met many birds and insects, heard a lot of ridicule and ridicule, and experienced layers of obstacles and difficulties, but we still persisted, only for that dream in our hearts. I thought we could keep flying like this, but then I found out that I was wrong.

When we flew to a place called Zixu, the second sister was sharp-eyed and looked at an acre of fertile land. She discussed it with her sister and said, "This is the first time I have seen such fertile land. It must be nice to have a baby here. " My sister agreed, so they flew to fertile land. Live and work happily ever after. Everyone has his own ideas, so what can we do?

So, my third sister and fourth sister and I continued to fly. In a blink of an eye, winter has arrived, and it is another snow! When I was a child, my mother told us that there was a little fairy who carried a basket full of snowflakes and gently spread them to the world. So, we flew up desperately, and finally, above the white clouds, we saw the fairy who scattered snow on earth. She is gentle and beautiful, quiet and serene. We started chatting. When she knew that we were going to see the oriole in Jiangnan, she seemed to be amused by the funniest joke in the world. The third sister was ashamed and decided to give up the trip and stay with the fairy, turning into crimson pearl grass. I hate this fairy, so I left this place with my fourth sister.

I have to say that Sister Wu is a persevering seed. So, only she has been flying with me. Now, we flew over the Yangtze River and came to the south of the Yangtze River. Jiangnan is so beautiful! I didn't understand the benefits of these two sentences until I arrived in Jiangnan: "A group of warblers are flying around, and peanuts are mixed." Yes, the lakes and mountains here, the long dike of dense willows here, the Maolin Xiuzhu and Sangtian Weibo here, and the rainy and sunny weather here all let me see the perfection of beauty. I seem to hear orioles crying with spring rain and dew, and see them flying with morning glow and rainbow. But where are they?

At this time, we saw a man constantly throwing reeds into the sky. As he threw it, he chanted: I shot the reed arrow aimlessly into the sky. I made a small wish to the sky. The sky doesn't accept my little mood, and the arrow falls beside me. ..... So, what am I shooting with passion? I am shooting into the distance, and at the same time, I am shooting into nothingness. Fifth sister heard this man's chanting and sobbed. She told me that she didn't know what she really wanted. At first, she just listened to her mother's praise and wanted to be a tenacious and persistent seed, so she flew all the way to Jiangnan. But now, no one admits what we did, and her patience has disappeared. Even, she said that she had lost the meaning of life. Before I could say anything, she put away her parachute and fell.

I was so surprised that I wanted to hit my chin box on the instep. My fifth sister, who has been working hard, is so fragile? I have no choice but to find it myself.

One day, nothing.

Two days, nothing.

……

Day after day, year after year, I should be an old seed, but I still haven't seen my dream oriole. Finally, one day, when I was taking a nap, I was swallowed by a damn bird. After a while, it splashed out along the bird's short intestine and landed on the wet trunk of a thousand-year-old tree. My body has undergone obvious changes, sprouting, spreading branches and flowering-I have become a dandelion growing on a thousand-year-old tree!

On this day, I also met an oriole who missed me so much. She stood in my ear and sang. Everything has its limits. Tigers roar in the mountains, fish swim at the bottom of the pool, camels walk in the desert, and geese line up in the air. This is their acme. I also see oriole is very beautiful.

It's just, I don't know, how are my sisters?