Catch a Gust of Wind

The wind blows my thoughts Bats on the holes in the walls of mud-tiled houses in the evening, bundles of sugar cane in the fields, children running after school, purple wildflowers and gray mushrooms all over the ground after the rice harvest The clouds are rolling and the mud houses are being torn down, and new ones have been built. The sugar cane fields have been replaced by pitaya trellises, the children have grown into adults, and the purple wildflowers and gray mushrooms have long disappeared. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.