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Looking at the catkins in spring, I can't help thinking of something!

Two girls, two innocent hearts and the most sincere friendship made me unforgettable when the catkins were flying.

Do you remember? Under the willows in the garden, there is our agreement: lifelong friendship, lifelong girlfriends. At that time, I was very happy

We like to hold hands, visit various small shops and eat all the delicious food on the street. In winter, we like to put our hands in each other's pockets to keep warm, and then walk happily in the street in a strange posture regardless of other people's eyes. Sometimes, I will tell a joke that will make you laugh for a long time. At this time, I looked at you helplessly and complained about how I met you, a "silly girl". Suddenly, I played a joke on you again.

After crossing a small bridge, you stopped and I looked at you suspiciously. You shouted at the river that I was careless, so don't think we had a fight if I called you a sissy. This is just our unique way of getting along. We sometimes quarrel, but we can make up in five minutes. At this time, catkins are fluttering as if dancing for our reconciliation.

Another time when catkins were flying, we walked side by side in silence. You told me you were leaving and moving. On this day, we didn't cry because we agreed not to cry in front of each other.

I gave you my favorite book the day you left. You hugged me, left the word take care, and got on the bus without looking back. I know you still can't let me go. Me too?

When catkins were flying, I walked across the bridge and recalled the two faces that laughed across the bridge. Now they have disappeared, and they have been swept away by the river. At night, I look up at the sky, hoping that you are thinking of me now. You are like the moon, I am the star accompanying you, knowing that I will disappear in your world, and you will forget me, but I am still willing to accompany you to shine in this silent night until I completely disappear from your life. ...

Catkins meet when flying, separate when flying, miss when flying, and separate when flying. Catkin flying brings me too many memories.