The wind caressed the crops, sometimes bent and sometimes lifted, as if the earth was breathing rhythmically, and the mature wheat was full of vitality. Where does the wind come from? There is a whisper among the wheat ears.
Dragon species in Zhang Xianliang
I keep my mouth shut, but the wind is like a powerful hand, choking my breath and forcing me to open my mouth from time to time. At this time, it will also raise a handful of dirt into my mouth, similar to a naughty child.
Yang Shuo's The Dust Settles.
spring breeze
On a bright afternoon in March, the air really blends together. A warm breeze is brewing somewhere, with an unpredictable drunkenness, which makes people feel strange and comfortable, but at the same time it seems to be in a daze trying to snuggle up with space.
Ni Yide's first love
The spring breeze in February, warm and humid during the day, blows on the face, but it is a bit like the smell of cotton tidbits blowing on the face; But at night, especially late at night, it's a bit like scissors. The night wind fluttered on the beach, and the willow trees on the beach danced hard with her tender and oily branches like drunk.
Five waterwheels in Lee Joon
"Blow your face without cold willows" is good, like a mother's hand stroking you. The wind brought the smell of new ploughing, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly humid air.
Zhu Ziqing's Spring
Overnight, the spring breeze came. Suddenly, it rolled in from the vast grasslands and deserts outside the Great Wall. Jumping over the ravine, over the ridge, into the ravine, irrigating the mountain pass, screaming and blowing the horn, roaring and roaring, flying sand and stones, flapping on the window, flapping on Sarah's face, like countless needles.
Spring breeze in Lin Jinlan
Summer wind
The wind is coming.
First of all, a gentle breeze blew from the northwest beach, gently rolled up Nightcrawler's skirt and teased the dead leaves on the road. There was a slight rustle in the wilderness. After a while, the wind was very strong, and the sorghum on the roadside swayed wildly, and the dead branches on the trees fell off one after another. A terrible howl came from the distant wilderness and the clouds became deeper. The rumbling thunder seems to have rushed out of the heavy encirclement of dark clouds, and it is like an explosion, rolling in from the northwest.
On the banks of the Jun Qing at dawn.
Summer evening. Waves of gentle little north wind floated from Wanda Valley and swept Mudanjiang, blowing the fragrance in the orchard, the coolness on the river and the slightest waves into Longquan Town, Jiang Nanan. Gradually, the heat and noise in the town subsided. Poplars and weeping willows on the roadside, lilacs and begonia in the yard, all woke up from the drowsiness in the hot summer. The breeze rustled among the green leaves and the flowers floated quietly under the eaves. Everything is pleasant and quiet. The whole town lined up along the river, like a giant lying on his back, is using all its body and mind to feel the elegance of the evening breeze and enjoy the faint fragrance and moist coolness in the wind.
Lucky man in Liu Yazhou.
autumn wind
The autumn wind, like a stroke of genius, painted the mountains and forests in Xing 'an Mountains with golden yellow, crimson, pale pink and mottled dark green. The annual Wanghuashan season has arrived. This month, the river is particularly cold, and the slight waves are flashing. The sky is particularly clear, with only a few faint clouds. You see, the dense tall cypresses and golden crowns on the cliff are like clouds of Huang Chengcheng smoke; Oak branches scattered on the slope beam are like piles of red and bright bonfires. Birch trees covered in gullies and valleys are like clouds and snow.
In the autumn forest, everything is full of mysterious and deep colors.
Jia Fei's snow shakes blue
The cold wind in late autumn swept the yellow grass with light snow and flew into the distance. The drooping cloud kissed its sister-the gray smoke dancing in the wind. But we love this bleak autumn wind. In its deep and desolate singing, we heard perseverance and unyielding, and felt the strength and struggle of life, ideal poetry and youthful passion.
Kobayashi's farewell
A cool autumn wind blew off withered catalpa bungeana leaves. Ye Can doesn't like to follow suit. Then, the wind whirled, rushed into the village from the mountain and swept into the yard from the street. The leaves rustled as if they were crying sadly.
Feng Deying's "Kucaihua"
Winter wind
1February 4th is Santa Barbara Day, which is a festival to protect Santa Barbara whose soul died in heaven. Immediately after the Santa Barbara Festival, the first sudden and chaotic winter wind blew. The wind is flying on the ground, barking like a hound chasing a smelly track. The wind tore at the cultivated fields, roared around the jungle, scraped the snow, tore off the branches of the orchard, ran along the road and smelled the bromine in the stream; It didn't take much effort for the wind to destroy all the simple thatched roofs and fences everywhere. After that, the wind still roared, but fled to the forest. After the gale, in the evening, several huge winds emerged from the darkness; A long, pointed wind tongue sticks out from a wheezing mouth.