Modern poetry describing wind and breeze

Chapter 1: Windy season \x0d\ x0d \ Author: Tong Lao \ x0d \ x0d \ Warm spring breeze stirred his heart and took away many people's vagrancy. \ x0d \ Isn't this intoxicating spring extravagant enough? \x0d\ or a long time ago, standing at the peak, enjoying a lot; \x0d\ x0d \ Summer smog is like a hot vortex, and I see a temptation in the red dust heat wave. \ x0d \ is it like the splendor of gold powder and the blur of smoke and dust? \x0d\ still believe that there is a kind of amorous feelings that only belong to you; \x0d\x0d\ The cool autumn wind is deep and soft, like a fallen leaf tapping someone's window dream, and \x0d\ like a poem, I always don't want to read it in a hurry. I don't wonder if this kind of beauty can be said lightly. \x0d\x0d\ The cold wind in winter seems to be silent at the bottom of my wrist, so I count how time flies. \x0d\ In retrospect, what did I take with me? \x0d\ happy face, or brown loneliness ... \x0d\ \ \ wind, or children of the wind \x0d\ holding hands between heaven and earth, walking to the freezing point in the morning \x0d\x0d\ getting up early, it is all the fault of struggle \x0d\ It is revealed in the cold of this moment that \x0d\ is still waiting for infatuation after leaving \x0d\ not looking back, not seeing \x0d\ ice and snow, carving your face \x0d\ tears melt you and the spring snow \x0d\. \x0d\ a gust of wind, \ x0d \ shaking and struggling. What kind of dream is \x0d\? \x0d\ No time to recall, \x0d\ Darkness has been lost in the storm. \x0d\ Rain is like a mask of the night, and \x0d\ is torn to pieces by strong wind. \x0d\ On such a night, \x0d\ the stars are hidden, and \x0d\ the storm is noisy. \x0d\ If I meet my sweetheart in my dream, will I be jealous at night? \x0d\ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎ ﹎. Spring is determined to release the wind \x0d\ render endless feelings \x0d\ green all over the earth \x0d\ gorgeous colors \x0d\ heavy thoughts \x0d\ infected the whole room \x0d\ nothing exists \x0d\ memory \x0d\ knocked me down \x0d\ \. \x0d\ Always want to smell fishy smell from you, \x0d\ sea breeze; \x0d\ I love chasing the rough waves. \x0d\ because the sea breeze never comes with the wind; \x0d\ because the waves never drift with the waves; \x0d\ Because the tide rises and falls, \x0d\ you always push the waves behind you; \x0d\ because the sea breeze has \x0d\ blown my hometown green. \x0d\ Blue shadow of the sea, \x0d\ is the background color in my dream, \x0d\ magnificent sound of the sea, \x0d\ constantly arouses my small sail net, \x0d\ makes my sail proud, and my heart is not confused. \x0d\ is the east wind of reform, and \x0d\ is reform. Throw yourself into your blue arms, \x0d\ let the wind of reform surge, \x0d\ let the wave of reform surge longer ... \ x0d \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ x0d \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \\ \