On a rainy evening, the wind blew endlessly.
The man asked me: "When the wind blows and the clouds move, is it the wind or the clouds?"
I said: "It's not the wind or the clouds that are moving, it's my heart that's moving."
This is the answer that took me a long time to come up with.
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Intention:
Sprinkle flowers! ! ! Nice! ! !
Finished reading. . . That's it. . .