("Hoo-ho-ho" endlessly...
What cuts the face like a knife is the wind mixed with sand. This wind was covering her, and she felt more and more difficult to breathe, and she could not open her eyes more and more, so she had to frown and half-squint her eyes.
The clothes were thin - the silk cotton lining and robe were not very warm. She curled up into a ball, held the package in her arms, lowered her head and walked slowly. Trying to retain the last trace of warmth.
In vain.
The spring breeze in February is like scissors, cutting through the last bit of dignity. Sneaking in along the seam of the clothes, and seeing an opportunity to take advantage of it, he opened his clothes, invited friends, and swam among them. The wind swirled like a dragon, blowing the robes loudly, and the clothes feet fluttered up and down.
She simply opened her arms and let the strong wind blow through her thin body. Put the package on your back and no longer care about the so-called interests and decency, no longer have unrealistic fantasies. She strode forward, clasping her hands, straightening her back, frowning slightly, and walked forward.
The cool sound of the jade pendants clashing echoed with the howling of the strong wind. She didn't care, she just kept walking, walking forward, walking...)
Intention: She
