< h1 class = "pgc-h-center-line" > (i) people in the wind</h1>
If it weren't so quiet,
I can't feel the howling wind yet.
If it weren't for the cold,
I don't know it's so late at night.
Light a candle to warm up in a sheltered corner
But he could not resist the blowing of this fierce wind,
In the deep night,
The faint light of this candle flame appears so weak and helpless,
Before it could burn, it had turned into a wisp of green smoke.
The people of this late night,
Looking at the candle in a daze,
This faint candle fire,
He also looked at the people who were trembling in the fierce wind.
< h1 class = "pgc-h-center-line" > (ii) scar</h1>
If the wound does not penetrate deep into the cortex,
How could it hurt so much.
If this eye does not see this blood dripping,
How could he be so flustered.
Fresh fruit in front of you,
It makes the hungry and thirsty salivate
Pick up the fruit knife on the table,
Impatiently waving on this fruit,
One careless,
The thumb is instantly bright red,
Running and bandaging panic to stop bleeding,
But it was getting more and more hectic.
At the beginning of reminiscences,
If it weren't for this blindfold of control,
How can it be so messy.
If it weren't for the body
How can it be chaotic.
Often so,
What is demanded,
Contrary to the heart.