If the years stand still, I would like to turn to dust in the near future, drift away in the universe, no longer worry, and enjoy freedom.

There is really nothing more wonderful than facing the wind, the clothes are cumbersome at the moment, blocking our closeness to nature, and the face is still exposed, the wind is really intoxicating.

The wind is coming, blowing away all the pain!

I thought of staying there forever and ever, not thinking about the past, not thinking about the future, where there is wind, there is a lot of freedom, because even if you shed tears, you are not so sad, the wind will blow those tears dry in a moment, caressing your cheeks, how gentle.

In the wind, turning into a blue bird, turning into a fish, I don't envy the light clouds, nor envy the sunset, only the body dissipates here, it can not fall into the dust.

Maybe I also need a light bicycle, whether it's up a hill or down the hill with the wind, as long as it's in the wind, I don't feel tired.

Nobody wants freedom, most of them are just talking, and it seems that there are many more important things about this freedom that we need to grasp, such as love!

Tired only life, who knows the beauty of death, dissipating in that wind is the most beautiful thing in the world.

The wind was caressing my cheeks, and she whispered: Would you like to see the outside world with me, thinking that these words can only deceive a three-year-old child, but I longed to go with her, not why, because her existence is my highest pursuit.

The wind blows through the earth, I don't know where it goes, I want to go with her, see where the wind stops, what kind of beauty it is, can make the wind stop, maybe there is the destination of the wind, tens of thousands of winds stay there, I can't see it, but I can feel that beautiful.

Missing, yearning, but also afraid, the only thing is ignorance, I am the most stupid idiot, insisting on the pursuit of so-called freedom, like the wind.

After all, I sat on the stone bench in front of the door, with a dusty bicycle parked next to me, and life became the way it was, I couldn't laugh or cry, only boundless frustration, and the wind was still beside my face, not like a mockery, more like comfort, blowing my hair up, and I didn't care about it.

I wondered if I would wait until I was a little older, and then ride my bike and go farther into the wind, but I was just thinking about it, and it didn't happen......