Strong wind

The strong wind began to blow early in the morning, crying and Howling: Woo, Roar, the tail sound was long, and there were nine series of songs, from morning to night, the sky was dark. My hometown calls this kind of wind the calf wind. This name can’t be more appropriate. It is vivid and plain with soil flavor. I admire the talent and wisdom of the villagers! In such a weather, they went out and met each other, and no longer asked: Have you eaten?, what to do? And so on, but frowned, with a face of disgust, one angrily said to the other: look at the calf wind! Another one took over the conversation hurriedly, as if unwilling to lag half a step. As a result, they hit it off and fell in love with each other. They cursed and cursed the calf with laughter …… they were so colluding. Then, the depression and helplessness in the depressed chest also came out quickly. Sitting indoors, listening to the roaring wind, it seemed that there was a mess between the heaven and the Earth. It seemed that thousands of furious calves rushed out of the Cowshed and started to soar. The calf is natural, strong and vigorous, and full of brute force. Fearless, lawlessness. They rushed straight without scruple, left and right, disorganized and reckless, extremely resentful, crazily vent, chaos! Mess! Mess! Stir it upside down! They seem to have planned for a long time to destroy something, tear it up and destroy it. The sound howling is meaningful …… since winter, the weather has been sunny, cold and dry, with wind after wind, blowing all over the world, dry and dry, people’s hearts were also blown dry, getting dry and smoking. In my opinion: the wind is the wild cattle raised in winter! But the old said that it was not like this. This fierce wind blowing has only happened in recent years. It turns out that the climate in my hometown is good! With these words, their eyes, which were already like dry wells, were instantly hazy and dense with water vapor. Their eyes penetrated through the vast years and looked at the winter of their childhood. At that time, winter looks like winter: cold! But, moist. Snow Water great abundance. Ice was hanging on the eaves in winter. Some ice pillars were long enough to touch the ground. Heavy snow with goose feather one after another, it looks like a pleasant harvest year! The thick snow is like a xuanteng quilt. Winter wheat is safe, comfortable, sweet and happy under the snow quilt. They have beautiful dreams and accumulate strength with their heart. When the spring comes next year, the winter wheat, which has been restocked for a whole winter, is crazily competing to grow into WangLi …… how is it like the winter now? With such a sentence, the light in their eyes disappeared immediately, and the eyes became a dry well again. My mother is over eighty years old. After getting up every morning, the first thing she does is to watch the weather on the balcony with a crutch. However, God never gave her face, which always disappointed her. Alas, there is no snow this day. What do you want to do? She often muttered to the washroom downcast. Old people are generally afraid of cold, and my mother is no exception, but she doesn’t like the warm weather in winter. The balcony of our house was filled with warm sunshine in winter at noon, while my mother sat in the sunshine with a worried expression. I heard her talking to herself: if it should be cold, it should be cold. How can it be like spring? This God! My mother was looking forward to the snow, and who was not like this? Snow is the flower in winter, the purest, most spectacular and most beautiful flower in winter. Snow is the spirit of winter. If there is no snow in winter in the north, it will be too bad for the scenery. Everything in the world will kill Xiao and die. People are even more desolate, lonely and helpless. Because of the expectation of snow, in winter, I prefer the cloudy weather. The boundless and gloomy weather gives people the hope of snow, and the gray sky is so warm and peaceful, it seems to be breeding snowflakes, joyful, worried and tender. However, in the sunny weather in winter, the sky is high above the sky, which is so lofty, indifferent and aloof. The bleak sunshine is weak and boneless, and it is lightly scratched like a big tongue without heat. However, the wind was fierce, fearless, vigorous and cold, scratching his face like a knife, causing pain and pain. I don’t like the wind in winter! When the wind blows, if you have to walk in the wind, then you will fall into the wind like falling into a group of angry calves. You will lose yourself and be completely fooled by the wind, at the mercy, you will be scratched and crooked, pushed rudely, knocked down savagely, overturned on the ground, just like a piece of fallen leaves spinning in the whirlpool …… where is the snow? Where is the snow? The wind blew the snow away! My mother said bitterly. The wind was roaring, which blew the wind for a whole day. The snow was even forced to disappear, and my mother’s heart was deeply hurt. The snow is getting less and less, while the wind is getting bigger and bigger, more and more frequent and worse. The winter is getting drier and drier, and the warm winter is one after another. What is the reason for this? Mother speechless. I don’t know: is she not clear or disdain to say? For such a question, the old people in hometown closed their eyes like a dry well and meditated like a wise man and a philosopher. They always keep a low profile, just like the soil in their hometown, they never make false assertions. In fact, they are like bright mirrors in their hearts. The mirror-like heart was filled with helpless sourness. Human Ah! I always think that I am the soul of all things, Supreme and smart. As everyone knows, it is often that being smart is mistaken by being smart, and you hit your feet with bricks. 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