I am a free wind, invisible and colorless, but I have the gentlest power in the world. I blew gently, bringing joy and hope, and endless imagination.
In the fields of spring, I brush the green grass and send the breath of new life to every corner. I tickled the flowers gently, making them stick their heads out shyly and bloom the most beautiful smile. I hugged each tree gently, passed on warmth and love to them, and made them wake up from their deep sleep and put on new green clothes.
On a summer afternoon, I walked leisurely through the busy market. I touched the children's red faces, took away their heat and brought them coolness. I push windmills and make them rotate happily, bringing vitality and vigor to the earth.
In the autumn forest, I dance with the fallen leaves and send them from the high branches to the ground. I blew across the rice fields, blowing the heavy ears of rice up and down like a golden hymn of the earth. I touched the lake, making the calm water ripple, reflecting the beautiful autumn scenery.
On winter nights, I accompanied the snowflakes to fall, making the cold air warm and quiet. I blew across the frozen lake, bringing a glimmer of life to the silent night. I blow snow to create a happy snow country for children.
I am the wind, the messenger of nature. I use my strength to bring beauty and hope to the world. I appreciate every flower, every tree, every cloud and every piece of land. I feel the beauty and mystery of this world with my breath.
I am the wind and the poem of the earth. I use my rhythm to tell the story of nature.