The northwest wind started blowing again and there was nothing in the sky. This piece of land has long been swept away by the wind, leaving only soil. The soil on the remaining walls was picked up bit by bit by the wind and blown away, which made me feel distressed. I know I can't stop it - when I moved an elm tree from behind the house to the front many years ago, I thought I could change many things and stop those things from dispersing and disappearing.
I did hold something back. At least, I stopped my heart and let it stay in this village forever. I stopped my fading memories - the ones I couldn't keep, I threw them in the wind. What this world cannot retain, I store in my heart. I don't care about anything else. There is only one weather station and one person stored in my heart, complete and complete, including those livestock, people, vegetation, sunshine, rain and footprints, even the dust that permeates the sunset. ——Adapted from "A Village of One Person" by Liu Liangcheng
Concept: How powerful can love be under the influence of force majeure?