In the corner where the sun doesn't shine, a timid catkin dreams of the distant future. It knows that setting off means dying - the wind will tear it apart, the rain will knock it down, and staying will just sink silently into the soil. But when the cold wave hits and the flowers wither, it still stubbornly weaves the fleece of travel, because flying is the instinct engraved in its life.
On the day of departure, it hesitated. Until he met a big round dumpling - that guy recklessly dragged it into the wind, but when the heavy rain came, he tore off his own down to lose weight, and fell into the soil, leaving only a dark brown seed. "Take it with you and look at the farther sky for me."
Today, catkins hang on the branches and tremble. It clenched the seed tightly and cried until the down was soaked. The leaves next to it scolded it for being stupid: "You are a traveler of the wind. Do you want to give up flying for the sacrifice of Da Tuanzi?" As the sun set, the catkin finally unfolded its broken fleece - this time, it no longer ran away for survival, but lived for two souls.
When the last ray of spring breeze blows, countless catkins scatter into the sky. They understand that the end of a long journey is to disappear, but only by setting off can life trace a luminous trajectory before falling.
Concept: The symbiosis of cowardice and courage