Whether it is the gentleness of the breeze, the coolness of the smoky wind, the bleakness of the golden wind, or the coldness of the wind, they can't blow away my time, those past and misses, in this wind, have been gazing, have been cherishing.

When I was in this scene again, the white clouds, the bright moon, and the whistling sound were all there, so familiar, all of this was like a long dream, as if I had never left.

Whether it is the breeze that brings the brilliance of a hundred flowers, the swaying of the breeze through the tips of the trees, the wind sweeping away the desolation of the world, or the cold wind freezing the panicked footsteps, when they blow by, fall beside me, drive my sensitivity, those forgotten stories, my memories, are gradually clear, it turns out that in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

I think of the stormy spring morning, when I was in elementary school, I always comfortably got into the quilt of the mud house and continued to enjoy the warm time; I think of the warm summer nights, when I was in junior high school, I always blew the breeze and rode my bicycle to my hometown; I think of the bleak autumn evening, when I was always hiding behind my mother in high school, and a car set off for the distance; I think of the cold winter nights, when I always headed for a place in college, just because there was growth and longing.

Although time is too hurried and easily forgotten, the story of the passing years will not disappear, it is buried in the wind, in the heart, in those thousands of scenes, when one day when you forget, it will come to you by the breeze, by the bright moon, by the fact that everything has not changed, so that you miss it, make you unforgettable.

In fact, the most distressing thing is not those changes, but the familiar everything that has not changed for a long time, because you are back to the original point, you are still walking alone, walking in this prosperity, walking in this memory of countless smiling faces, only the only you remains, accompanied by this lonely scene.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [My 213 Life] 04: Wind Sense is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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