Wind

I like the wind, and I like the style when the wind starts. At the beginning of the wind, the grass, which was as quiet as a virgin, seemed to be creaking on the waist, and immediately danced with joy; The air around was no longer empty, and there was a layer of chestnut in the silence and empty spirit, it seems that you are going to give birth to floating clouds and fog in your eyes. Then, the wind swept over the ground, crossed the branches of willow trees, could not roll up the dust, but drifted away your thoughts. People’s thoughts are sometimes light and sometimes heavy, but they can’t stop the wind from shuttling freely among them. If the wind was there, my heart would not stop the water, so I like the wind, the freedom and willfulness of the wind, and of course, I also like the other appearance when she started. I like the mystery and warmth of the wind, the charm and passion of the wind, the poetry and generosity of the wind, and even the mess and wildness of the wind …… the spring breeze rises, and the branches are full of cyan, splashing gouache; The water was dizzy and rippled, and the fish and insects were stung. The old people stretched their curled bodies, and the children chased the busy butterflies among the flowers …… swallows swarmed around the flying beam, whispering; The wind gently floated up the skirt of the girl who was pregnant with spring, blowing out the eyebrows and eyes of countless teenagers, mysterious and warm. When the summer wind rises, the landscape contains blue and black, and the Lotus becomes more and more delicate and charming; The sky changes color immediately, and the heat wave flows in the air, which turns into a state of fear or surprise. Thunder and Lightning came on stage one after another. Wind and rain danced with each other in a graceful way, flying freely. The slanting rain splashed and wet the girls’ shoulders. The wind raged and blew away the girls’ long hair, which was passionate and charming. The autumn wind blew up, the Golden Maple withered, the yellow Tong bald, the Alley thinner, and the sky widened. A cold autumn wind. The autumn wind blew across the ground, rolling up fallen leaves and bringing ripe golden yellow. Who says that the lonely coolness of the autumn wind will never change through the ages, and the beauty of wandering along the autumn path will be poetic and lofty. The winter wind blows, and the world returns to its original appearance. Rivers are frozen, and everything is hidden deep. The cold wind is messy, cutting the pedestrian’s face; The winter wind is wild, raging away people’s hearts. But all this happened to meet a heavy snow all over the sky, and all the pain changed into a season of long-lost joy. The wind is probably everywhere, is it everywhere? Air is our breath, while wind is the soul of air dance; Even if it seems calm sometimes, it is just the way she misses, remote and warm. From spring to summer, from autumn to winter, the wind and dust live, or the wind and clouds surge, and the world changes in our eyes. There is no trace of the wind, or the rain is sudden and the wind is crazy, which is the world we must pass through in this life, and sometimes it is the world we yearn. What’s more, a dream in the world of mortals, how can there be no wind or rain? Four seasons of the year, maybe more than one day, the wind has a different look. Zen said: not wind, but heart. Then, all the wind is just like a heart. Years and times, bosom friends are always there, then there is no need to ask, the wind is moving, or the wind is moving. You don’t have to wait for the time to grow old, and the wind will stop; You are willing to be with the wind, and sit and watch the world indulge in greed. 2015 nian 3 yue 15Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…