Poetry on the topic of wind theory

The wind said, I have been waiting for you in September. Waiting for the dry season, waiting for the harvest of this season. When the leaves fall for me, leaving hope for the Spring Festival, autumn water folds gentle light waves, when the sky is lonely and there is no trace of geese, Shan Ye looks lonely and yellow, and the wind says that I will comfort the withered September. I'm coming. I rushed over and sang a blessing song. I left footprints in the deep soil. I kissed every face. I filled every corner. I'm coming. The clouds are melodious and the water is stirring. When I hug you, don't run away, don't hide behind the wall, don't hide in the house. The wind says that I am a hidden paradise girl, and I bring the news of harvest. I am a dancer in September, dancing the melody of life. Why don't you come and enjoy the scenery? Why don't you hold my hand and play games with me, run around the campus and write stories about youth, open thick books and uncover the mystery of the world, and I will whisper in your ear and pick up my childhood memories again. The wind said I was coming. I'm not far from here. There is a blue sky. I have never changed my face. I come from a bad environment. The first thing I want to teach you is to shout bravely. You should know that lightning and storms will drown cowards, and you should stand up in the strong wind. The second thing I want to teach you is to shout bravely, like turbulence hitting rocks, like a never-ending white sail. As long as the white sail sets sail, there is hope. As long as you are brave, there is hope for China. The wind said I was coming, and I would leave silently. When you make a sound, I can rest in peace, and the fruit is stained with my fragrance.