Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

There is always a moment when I just stare blankly at something, motionless, until I suddenly wake up.
At that moment, my body seemed to be hollowed out and stuffed with cotton randomly, but the swelling of the cotton made me very comfortable.
At that time, I would be a little silly, or a little dumb, and I would imagine how to be a bird, how to use my light feathers to build a nest on the clouds, it must be very soft, it must be It’s very comfortable. Or I can be the youngest leaf in spring and let the spring breeze blow on me wantonly. Even if it is blown off, it will just float quietly on the creek like that.
I don't know why I think of these things, maybe it's because I've been depressed for too long. I'm too eager to lie down comfortably like that, but I can't. Society, learn to hide. Maybe people will always have to do things they don't want to do.
Empty, maybe let me take a breath, so that I can surface and breathe the freshest air after the rain, as long as this is enough, I should be content.
Then take a good emptiness, so that you don't fall into the entanglements of this world, and take a breath.