Wind
The wind caressed the crops, sometimes bending them, sometimes lifting them, as if the earth was breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat in each stage also They are all alive, and the wind comes from the other side, carrying the whispers between the wheat ears.
"Dragon Seed" by Zhang Xianliang
I kept my mouth shut, but the wind was like a strong hand, suffocating my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this moment, it would also throw a handful of dirt into my mouth, like a mischievous child.
Yang Shuo's "Zheng Chen"
Spring Breeze
On the bright afternoon in March, the air was really harmonious, and the warm breeze was brewed somewhere. , with an elusive drunkenness, making people feel strangely comfortable, and at the same time, it seems like they are in a coma and want to hug the space.
Ni Yide's "First Love"
The spring breeze in February, during the day, is warm and a little moist, blowing on the face, but it is a bit like cotton wool blowing against the face But at night, especially late at night, the sharpness is a bit like scissors. The night wind was blowing in the river beach, and the willow trees on the beach were vigorously dancing their tender and oily branches as if they were drunk.
Li Zhun's "Five Waterwheels"
"The wind in the willows does not blow cold on my face" is good, like a mother's hand caressing you. The wind brings the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of green grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air.
"Spring" by Zhu Ziqing
Overnight, the spring breeze came. Suddenly, they came rolling in from the green grassland and vast desert outside the Great Wall. From outside the pass, they rushed over the mountains, over the mountain ridges, inserted into the ravines, and irrigated the mountain passes. They whined and blew the trumpets, roared and roared, flying sand and rocks, and fluttered on the windows, and slapped on people's faces, like countless needle pricks.
"Spring Breeze" by Lin Jinlan
Summer Breeze
The wind is coming.
First bursts of fluttering breeze swept over from the northwest beach, gently turning up the clothes of night travelers and teasing the dead leaves on the road. There was a slight rustling sound in the wilderness. After a while, the wind picked up, the sorghum on the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches on the trees broke and fell. A terrible howling sound came from the distant wilderness, and the clouds became darker. Shen Lei seemed to have broken out of the heavy siege of dark clouds, and the sound was like an explosion, rolling over from the northwest.
Jun Qing's "Riverside at Dawn"
Midsummer evening. Waves of soft and gentle north winds drifted out of the Wanda Valley and passed over the Mudan River, blowing the fragrance of the orchards and the coolness of the waves on the river into Longquan on the south bank of the river. Town, gradually, the heat and noise in the town subsided. The poplars and weeping willows beside the road, the lilacs and crabapples in the courtyard have all woken up from the sleepiness of the heat. The breeze flows among the green leaves, and the fragrance of flowers floats quietly under the eaves. Everything is pleasant and peaceful. The entire small town lined up along the river is like a giant lying on its back, using all its body and mind to feel the grace of the evening breeze and enjoy the faint fragrance and moist refreshing feeling in the wind.
"Lucky Man" by Liu Yazhou
Autumn Wind
The autumn wind is like a magical pen, painting the mountains and forests of Xing'an Mountains with golden yellow and bright colors. Red, light pink, and mottled dark green. The annual Wanghuashan season has arrived. During this month, the river is particularly cool and has gentle waves. The sky is also exceptionally clear, with only a few faint clouds. Look, the tall cypress trees crowded on the cliffs and their golden crowns are like clouds of yellow smoke; the oak trees scattered on the slope beams are like piles of brightly burning bonfires. And the birch trees covering the gullies and canyons are like floating clouds and white snow.
In the autumn mountains and forests, everything is full of mysterious and deep tones.
Jia Fei's "Ice and Snow Shake the Blue"
The cold wind in late autumn swept the light snow across the withered grass and flew into the distance. The low-hanging cloud kisses its sister, the gray smoke flying in the wind. However, we love this bleak autumn wind. In its deep and desolate singing, we hear the perseverance and unyieldingness, feel the power and struggle of life, the ideal poetry and the passion of youth.
Xiao Lin's "Send Away"
A cool autumn wind blew down the withered catalpa leaves. The remaining leaves were not happy to follow the wind. Then, the wind began to spin, rushing into the village from the mountains, and rolled into the courtyard from the streets. The leaves made a rustling sound, as if they were crying sadly.
Feng Deying's "Bitter Cauliflower"
Winter Wind
December 4th is St. Barbara's Day, the festival of Saint Barbara, who protects souls from rebirth in heaven. . Immediately after Santa Barbara, the first sudden and messy winter wind blew. The wind whipped across the ground, making a sound like the barking of a hound chasing down a smelly trail. The wind gnaws at the plowed fields, barks around the jungle, digs up the snow, breaks the branches in the orchards, runs along the road, smells the water in the streams; it takes no effort to remove all the simple things everywhere. Thatched roofs and fences were destroyed. After that, the wind still howled wildly, but fled towards the forest.
Following this gust of wind, that night, several more huge gusts of wind emerged from the darkness; long and sharp tongues of wind protruded from the gasping mouth.