One wind disappears and another wind blows.
No sooner had a gust of wind disappeared than another came. "The grass wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop", which makes people helpless. Blowing is blowing.
Half like sadness, half like flowers.
Describe the seeds of dandelion. The seeds of hemispherical velvet are like flowers, more like human sadness.
Thousands of miles away, thousands of miles away
Because the wind blew me away from home and mother, and the road ahead was so confused and directionless.
No partner, no home.
Lonely, no friends, no family.
An interesting poem gives people a feeling of desolation and helplessness. In addition to being sad, I am still sad.