Poetry told by the wind

The wind said, I am the messenger of March spring. When you see me, you can feel the news of spring blowing warmly. The loving drizzle came here after me. Don't be afraid of me, son. Don't shut me out. I won't hurt you. I just came to see you and bring greetings in spring. I blow away darkness and cold, bring warmth, eliminate the dead silence of winter and awaken the vitality of spring. Gently wipe the grass willow, I bring fresh breath. People looked at me with hopeful eyes. You should look forward to a bright future. When the rain comes, joy will reverberate on the earth and be intertwined with youth.