Foreword:
As we know, the wind is always wandering in the human world. But have we ever stopped to think about what colour the wind is? In fact, it was my first time to film the wind. It struck me as very profound. It might have something to do with my current state of life and mentality. I was happy to touch the wind, and I hope you like it, too.
The Observation Writing:
‘What colour is the wind?’ The girl thinks. She walks along on the street. She looks at a lady who is coming toward her. At this time, there is a gust of wind that blows up the lady’s hair. The girl watches the wind which brushes her face, eyes, and hair. She thinks ‘wind, are you blue? Because of you, the resilience of life is revived.’ The girl walks on through the crowd and waits for the red light. And then, she crosses the road, and she still feels the wind which is following her. ‘Wind, are you green?’ she still thinks. ‘You sneak up to the tree, put your hand on the sleeping heads of the leaves. You shake them to wake them up, right?’ The girl keeps walking, she wants to find the true meaning of the wind. ‘Wind, are you yellow? When you walk steadily but quickly forward, do you know that you are followed by a group of small sand?’ The girl feels puzzled. ‘Wind, are you white? You are the white clouds on the sky or floating flags.’ She tries to conjure up various answers in her mind. ‘You slowly leisurely walk on the sea. The sea immediately out of small waves as if the waves are complaining.’ ‘You slowly leisurely walk on the sea. The sea immediately out of small waves as if the waves are complaining. You jump and run on the sea. The sea immediately rolled up a huge wave, as if by the naughty you provoked. The waves are roaring.’ The girl is lost in thought. She does not stop. She just sighs in silence for a moment. ‘Wind, what colour are you? You always in a hurry to come, and then in a hurry to leave, hardly ever left some traces.’