English articles or poems about the wind, and translation.

I like the wind, and I like the feeling that the wind comes and goes without a trace. Like the gentleness of the wind, the bleak of the wind, the touch of the wind and the warmth of the wind.

When a leaf falls, it knows the autumn of the world, and the bleak autumn wind also brings heavy fruits and fallen leaves. Busy farmers are always immersed in the joy of harvest. The bleak autumn wind is the harvest of life.

Wind is like life, life is like wind, I love life, I love wind.

I like the wind, and I like it to pursue the feeling of its disappearance. Like gentle wind, bleak wind, warm wind.

The autumn wind is bleak, a letter from primitive creatures, a fruit full of fallen leaves, drifting. Farmers are always busy, immersed in the joy of harvest. The autumn wind is bleak, and the harvest of life.

Wind can live, live, wind, I love life, I love wind.