The city where I live has experienced the biggest storm in several years. I didn't dare to go out all day on Saturday. Every window on the thirteenth floor was shaking in the strong wind. The glass made the sound of trying to peel off the window frame. The plastic rope ends of the screen fans outside the window were constantly being thrown up and down in the wind. It hit the glass, and the sound of "dang" came one after another. I walked back and forth worriedly to check, and anxiously imagined what I should grab first on the thirteenth floor after a large pane of glass in the living room was pulled out, so as not to be thrown into the sky like a kite with its string broken. It was so scary.
Concept: The confusion and melancholy of spring