In a blink of an eye, she and I have become children and old friends. I am the one who is getting older, and she is growing up, getting taller and taller like a little willow tree. Yesterday I joked with her that you are growing taller again, almost taller than me, and soon I won't be able to hit you anymore. Now hurry up and hit you a few more times.
She would have been annoyed before, but not now. She said, "A baby like me that is loved by everyone and has flowers blooming, are you willing to do it?" I couldn't help but laugh, yes, time has slipped away like sand between my fingers, what can I leave her?
Although the delicious food was made by me, it all went into my stomach and was sent to the Five Zang Temple, and then entered the place of reincarnation of the five grains. The beautiful clothes I bought for her have also worn out. The cross-stitch is just a repetition of the works created by others. The jewelry I have worn is always the same. What unique mark can be left between me and her? Is it every trip or something else? My mother and I have been there before, and the beautiful memories are so similar, distant and vague. I can't remember many of them clearly. I only remember the happiness at that time.
Then what can I leave her? Only unique words are the common memory between me and her. She prompted me, who is lazy, to want to leave a memory, and only use this document to give to friends who are experiencing first love and have already had good memories.