The Story of Listening to the Wind

The wind blew by, and the clouds followed the footsteps of the wind. For a long time, I heard the stars in the night sky saying that the wind was far away, and the clouds cuddled up to the moon and shed tears... Everyone was asleep, but the girl who had lost her doll was still lying on the window sill, looking out the window. It was raining. Those were the tears of clouds... They say that love is the cycle of loving, quarreling, breaking up, and getting along until old age... People, wake up, don't let the people who love you disappear slowly in your life... I love you, I'm sorry, thank you, **... Never see you again... I like to sit on the field dam, close my eyes, and listen to the story of the wind... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.