The Wind Blows Away the Longing

When the wind brought rain to the window, "I" saw that the mint given by Xu Feng on the windowsill was withered - the charred brown stems were curled up, and the leaf tips were as gray as old paper. Last summer, "I" often pinched its leaves to smell the coolness, but now the thought of it has withered. The wind still carries the raindrops, driving my thoughts into my heart. In the end, the mint was thrown away. The old iron box was pushed back to the bottom, but the car bells in the scent of locust flowers, the sesame seeds in the roasted gluten, and the unspoken promises under the old banyan tree were still heavy in my heart. Mom gathered the blanket for "me", her fingertips were warm. The wind has swept away my thoughts, and it is time to sweep away those obsessions... That summer the wind stopped, maple, stopped over there, It's time for "I" to stop here.