On the roadside, rows of weeping willows gently brushed the ground from time to time, as if whispering to the earth. White catkins are flying all over the sky, drifting into the distance ... so, my thoughts go back to the past with catkins. ...

In my childhood yard, there is a long grass near the wall yard, which is covered with various plants. Among them, the highest is weeping willow.

Every spring, when catkins are flying all over the sky, Nanjie and I in the yard have a quick meal and come to catch catkins under the willow tree. Whoever catches more is the winner. I often spend a long time trying, but I can't catch one. I always jump around and scratch my head. Although Sister Nan is also in this situation, after all, she is old and can catch a few flowers, so the winner is often her. If we catch catkins, we will bury them and read a nursery rhyme: "Dig a hole, bury the soil and count to one, two, three, four, five …" However, after many days, they have not sprouted. We should comfort each other and look forward to next spring.

Without catkins, we will use willow branches as willow whistle or use willow leaves as bookmarks, and often have fun under the tree. At the turn of spring and summer, we play games under the tree and often forget to eat and sleep. That great discovery happened at that time.

One day, I was playing under the tree. Through the dense willow branches, I can see the flowers looming on the grass and the birds chasing and playing in the blue sky. The breeze blew, and Liu Yeer touched my face, as if I were in heaven. Just as I was observing the willow carefully, I suddenly found a delicate little bird's nest, on a dead branch next to the dense Necole Liu! This discovery surprised Sister Nan and me. Therefore, going to see the Bird's Nest every day has become our "homework". At first glance, there are four pale blue eggs lying quietly in the delicate bag-shaped bird's nest, which is very cute. A few days later, several birds hatched. Sister Nan and I are too excited to sleep. We have been discussing all day whether these birds will be adopted or released when they grow up. It seems that the bird is ours. Later, whenever we went to see the birds, the four "little meat balls" who had fallen asleep would be awakened. Zhang Kaiming's yellow mouth straightened his neck and shouted "Yeah!" They beat little wings, who has no long hair, fighting for food-they thought their mother had come back. Occasionally, I will see their mother's figure in a hurry, but it will disappear in a flash-the birds grow too fast for the mother to stop. Soon, the bird grew up. They spread their feathered wings and flew out of the "home" to the distance, leaving only a lonely and noisy home.

Since then, at the turn of spring and summer, I have repeatedly observed every branch of the willow tree, hoping that birds can come and settle down again. However, there has never been a bird's nest that surprises us. It seems to be just fate-only once. Only once, with my childhood? Yes, childhood, only once. ...

When I left the compound and my friends, my childhood compound disappeared. But I will never forget it, and I will never forget the willow tree that gave me joy again and again.

Oh, catkin, have you ever sent my thoughts far away?