I am the wind, and I am expected.
In spring, the earth needs me to convey the message of spring, and needs me to wake up the buds that have been sleeping for a winter and give them to the big ones.
Land brings vitality. At this time, I am gentle. I brushed everyone's cheeks and everyone stopped.
Step, raise your head and enjoy this long-lost warmth and gentleness. At this time, I was also naughty. I shaped the white clouds.
I made all kinds of shapes, which attracted the shouts of the children and they all applauded me.
I am the wind, and I am eager.
In summer, everything is eager for a little coolness, so I came, so suddenly and fiercely.
Violent lightning drummed to welcome me; Lightning opens the way for me; Rain sprinkled with crystal flowers to cheer me up; road
The trees next to it danced wildly like a welcoming team. Therefore, I work harder to release my powerful energy.
I am the wind and I am praised.
Autumn, autumn is crisp, I blew away all the clouds, leaving only the blue sky, some melancholy blue,
So, I held up countless kites and made the monotonous sky fantastic and beautiful. Listen to the poet's praise.
Watching the children chase and fight on the grass, I smiled with relief when I saw the rice full, and followed me.
Bend over with a smile.
I am the wind, and I am lonely.
In winter, I am a little reckless. I lifted people's skirts and attacked their delicate skin.
Take them into a snow-white fairy tale world. I'm with the little match girl. I'm more than that.
I want to blow away this cold winter, but I can't, because my personal strength is too weak, and I am also worried.
Blow out the matches in her hand, blow out her dreams, her hopes.
Different times, different winds, different winds, different expectations. I blew enthusiastically and quietly.
Leave quietly and never dare to slack off hope.