A Collection of Stories Called Wind and Rain

This book is very complex, not really a poem or an article. He didn't pretend to be deep on purpose. Sometimes there is always an inexplicable feeling of loss, so I write down the feeling of being unable to grasp and touch in vague words. It spans a long time, and some of my emotions during the four years before and after make it look confusing. It's not that I didn't put my heart into it, but I wrote it as I pleased, without deliberately arranging it or modifying it carefully. Everything is the first feeling in my heart. Aren't our thoughts all vague and vague? Mood is a very abstract thing, and it is very perfunctory to express it with simple words. It is better to record it in the language of time. It has nothing to do with right or wrong or rigor. Human beings are more or less inexplicable.