The past is always the past,
Just like it goes through the void forever.
Who left your footprints,
I only heard you laugh wildly-
Wind, wind!
Transparency is not necessarily pure and colorless,
If you are in a hurry, you may not walk peacefully.
People who have seen you alone,
Listen to you repeat your name-
Wind, wind!
After you left, the river was still flowing.
It seems that the earth is still at its peak.
Who has seen your pen,
I see eternity covering your steps-
Wind, wind!
Laugh quietly when a person sings,
That silence lets you see that you are showing off your loneliness.
Who knows what you're thinking,
I saw the white clouds and the pale dog suddenly disappear-
Wind, wind!
Write a poem about the wind by yourself. Feng is a naughty child.
Blow away the seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
I closed the window.
It knocks on the glass.
I can't take it anymore.
open the window
It stretched out its cold hand.
Touch my neck.
Touch my face.
I don't want to play it! I don't want to play it!
Feng is a gentle little girl.
It spreads everywhere in the fields.
Sprinkle spring seedlings
It brought me to a fragrant world.
There are flowers, grass, butterflies and dragonflies.
There are bees, sparrows and orioles.
Feng is still a beautiful mother.
It awakened the delicate feeling of the tree.
Let people choose it.
The wind is invisible.
Sometimes it's children.
Sometimes a girl.
Sometimes it's mom.
The change of wind is unpredictable.
Sometimes it can be very naughty.
Sometimes it's gentle
Sometimes it's beautiful
Feng, I like you!
Write a poem about the wind (self-created) Walking in the deserted street in the morning, the rustling autumn wind has dyed the leaves yellow.
Try very hard to recall the beauty of the past, but the memory is no longer clear.
How to find the shadow of the past in this strange place,
No matter how hard I try to keep it, all I leave is a helpless sigh.
The autumn wind is bleak, but your shoulders are not cared for by your warm hands.
Suddenly found that you have left, the vague back has gradually disappeared,
In the vast sea of people, I can't find the beauty of the past, so I can only wander silently.
Unconsciously came to the end of the street, recalling the past, there is a feeling of regret.
Maybe we will have a bright future, no matter what the past is.
From now on, I hope we can work hard and create a happy tomorrow!
Let's say goodbye to the day at this intersection and embark on a new journey of life!
Thanks to my good friend Ying Ji, we created this together. I also want to thank my mother, or she skillfully used a pen to add a lot of color to this essay.