The earth welcomes the returning children with open arms.
This is the October wind,
Mother smiled kindly,
Come back, no matter how high you fly, you must return to your roots.
The wind wrinkled a pool of green water.
There are no summer lotus leaves in the water.
This is the November wind.
Gentle sadness surges in the blue waves,
Swallow reflecting spring.
Summer companion
Red fruit in autumn
In the wind, waiting for white peace.
The wind blew and the dust finally left the earth.
Little things long for freedom.
Although I will eventually return to my hometown,
I have been in one place for a long time, and I hope to fly in the air.
Travel to different places.
Wandering around, visiting other people's families,
I also told northerners: I am not welcome.
If you don't let me live in peace again,
I will also let the beautiful city take care of it.
The wind is blowing, and there have been lush years.
Open your eyes, there is a surge of youth everywhere.
That's the March wind.
Those years were really young,
Soft wind at night, sweet rain,
Let people enter a wonderful dream and don't want to wake up.
Ground peach blossom apricot red
The Wind of the Four Seasons (Poetry)
spring breeze
A tender kiss
Wake up the earth and Chun Qing.
Summer wind
Reduce the temperature of the sun.
Don't let the flower heart get tanned.
autumn wind
Sneak into the window
Eavesdropping on whose sad story
Winter wind
Use a puncture needle
Disturb the cold world