The Evening Breeze in the Old Alley Is Silent

There is wind in the mountains and autumn in the world. The seventeen-year-old boy was filled with the evening breeze, fallen leaves, and endless test papers. He was trapped in mediocrity, struggling stubbornly while slowly making peace with life. There are fireworks hidden in the streets, the old alleys are filled with cinnamon, there is always time flowing slowly by the river, and there are countless silent thoughts and passing tenderness hidden in the campus. The way in is ordinary, the way back is ordinary, people come and go around you, and your thoughts are ups and downs. Those youthful reluctances, awkward avoidance, silent companionship, and the delicate tenderness hidden in the autumn wind will eventually blend into the autumn evening wind. The years to come will be long, and ordinary days will have their own gentleness.