Fēng wēng (风翁) whispers a truth only the patient hear: The wind’s howl is not anger, but the language of change relentless, unseen, and inevitable. Those who anchor themselves to the unchanging break like brittle twigs. But those who move with it, like the bending branches, grow stronger in stillness. In every gust, there is an invitation to listen, to adapt, and to endure.
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