The Track of the Wind[sd+wangwang]

The wind is so unpredictable, Sometimes gentle, sometimes violent; Colorless, odorless, shadowless and formless, Can't catch it and can't hold it firmly. Who can lift your veil? Is there anyone who can make you stay? Who else can become your sky? No matter where you fly, you can never escape his arms. This is my first time writing an article, and I really want to pretend to be profound. But it may end up being too vague and illogical. Please bear with me and give me your advice! P. S. The author of this article is a typical example of a lazy person who writes articles based on inspiration. He writes wherever he thinks, so will he update it...