The raging wind, where do you want to blow me? Did you see the poem I wrote yesterday, so you want to take me away today? However, you are not like this in my expectation. Look, you at the moment.
You are really a reckless teenager. You are banging wildly on all the windows of the city. Do you know that some people are working hard, and you raise all the dust on the ground? Do you know that it is easy to fascinate many people's eyes, and you have blown away all the greenery in this city? Do you know that it is the last remaining vitality of this city?
You overturned all the signs on the roadside. Do you know it will make many people lose their way home? You think this is brave, don't you? But I have to tell you that you are not brave but extremely rude.