Although the spring breeze in the morning is not as biting as the east wind, it is still very cold. When I opened the window, the wind blew, blowing up the curtains and hair, as if mocking me proudly: "Come and get me!" Grab me! Can't catch me! Hey! " She seems to want to make me angry. Does she know that I have a bad temper? If so, then I must not be fooled by her. She blew even harder when she saw that I was indifferent. It seems that she won't stop until she gets what she wants!