"I have blown the evening wind that you have blown..." There is no wind, nor is it evening.

At 12:30 noon, I was sitting quietly in the office, with a pleasant melody flowing from my mobile phone. Outside the window, occasionally there was a cool breeze blowing, and it was fleeting...

The clouds are gathering. Occasionally bright light shines through the clouds, forming bright or dark clouds, hanging low and suspended. From time to time, drops of clear tears will be shed, and rain curtains will fill the sky. The rain has stopped, but the sky is still cloudy. ...

The greenery in the distance, the nearby pine trees, telephone poles, red teaching buildings, and the national flag dancing slightly in the wind, just like always formed a picture, and I, again How long have you not stopped to look at the sky, admire the clouds, and look at this scene?

There is still a thick pile of homework on the table that has not been corrected, lesson plans have not been written, a pile of records, plans, a group of innocent children, busy, forget to appreciate, forget to share...

With hurried footsteps and hurried travelers, there is a lack of quietness and self. Relaxation like this now has become a luxury.

"I have blown the evening breeze that you have blown..." Comfortable...