The wind in my hometown is the wandering soul in the sky
It will leave traces when it comes and goes
But when you get closer
< p>The air has long been flowingThe mixed atmosphere of the countryside
If it were spring
The sun would caress it intermittently
The white clouds are also swimming in pieces
But my vision has not had time to stretch out
The wind is like a little flower dog wagging its head
It smells from me Ding Dian
The breath of hometown that has never changed
It blows the grass green with ecstasy
It blows the sporadic buds on the treetops
Blowing open all kinds of miscellaneous flowers on the lake island and the beach
The wind hangs hope in front of the neighbors0
If it is summer
The hot wind is blowing
The crops are in large areas
Rotating and jointing
In the evening breeze wisps of smoke
Like wild grass waving with one's wrist
Clouds and smoke dancing like a book from heaven
The best thing is the lotus leaves
The wind blows out the chaos
It brings out new ideas
There is a beauty that touches lust
The wind holds the hard work in the hands of the villagers< /p>
Even in autumn
The wind is still mixed with the smell of fermented fruits
The faint fermentation
Like rice wine spilled on the country road< /p>
It makes me faintly intoxicated
Even the yellow leaves are drifting
The dots of bird's nests among the treetops of the sycamore trees
are also naked< /p>
Just like black musical notes
Hung between the branches
The wind hangs the harvest on the branches
It is winter
The northeast wind blew out
A world of ice and snow covered in silver
Open your misty eyes
Look at the snow The grass and trees are swaying and calling
The winter wind in my hometown is
It never gives people any face
It is completely Ruthless
Just leaving some tenderness for spring