The most romantic season in school has arrived, and catkins slowly rise over the campus. I stood on the rooftop of the fourth floor, watching the flowing catkins pass over my face, and my tears slowly flew into the sky. Jay Chou was playing in the classroom, and I have always loved this song, and I don't even know why. Jay's low voice seemed to be able to see through the softest things in his heart. I quietly watched the crowd slowly pouring in, the white wadding gently swaying with the wind, passing over everyone's face, kissing the childish hearts, the sunshine seemed to penetrate the language, and sprinkled lovely in our sky.
Catkins falling on the water swayed in circles with the ripples. TT reached out and grabbed the clumps of catkins and put them into a sandalwood-scented notebook. I looked at her,
"Some beauty cannot be kept!"
"I don't deliberately want to keep anything, I just want to leave a trace in my life to prove that I once had it." She smiled lightly and held the fluttering catkins in her hands.
I didn't say anything else, TT and I just smiled lightly. On the top of a high building.
I stood on the steps of the fourth floor, stretched out my limbs, and felt the catkins kissing my body bit by bit, passing through the most romantic season in my life. Thinking of the lost beauty, the glorious past, and my lovely it.