I can't remember exactly what the weather was like and what kind of sunlight it was on the day I met him. I only remember the wind brought by his sleeves when he walked past me. It reminded me of autumn, and the cool air seemed like it had just rained. At that time I had no idea what role he would play in my life, nor what place he would occupy in it. I will remember that person from now on, and his thin profile, which was so impressive because of its lack of features.
I don't know how many years this has been or how many times the north wind has blown from afar. I think it's time to pick up the pen. These nonsense gossips are not qualified to be turned into legends, and they are not worthy of being used as jokes after dinner. If they can spread among the streets and fall into the eyes of a few idlers, it will be very satisfying. I have grown old, but his face in my memory is still the same as before. The stories of my youth all ended when he left. To this day, I am grateful to have met him in the confusion of this world.
On the third day of March, we go outing and ward off evil spirits, and the world is full of joy. I climbed up to the short peak opposite Yunzhen Mountain, far away from his tomb, and poured a jar of turbid wine between heaven and earth to pay homage to his lonely life. The wind suddenly stopped, and there was sudden silence in my ears. At that moment, only Yunshan Mountain was left staring at me, like an old friend I hadn't seen for many years.
Concept: Freedom is to come and go freely or to be trapped in the ground