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[Introduction] although the wind is not necessarily good, it is definitely poetic. Because, if there is no wind, there may be the magnificence of the desert and the smoke, but there will never be the comfort of the clouds and clouds. Speaking of wind, I always think of rain. It seems that if the wind does not dance with the rain, it will lose its graceful charm and charm. For example, gentle and gentle feelings of gentle wind and drizzle, heroic and magnificent of fierce wind and rainstorm. All in all, the wind is raining, which is a nice refreshment. However, the wind, away from the rain, is also very beautiful. After that, the candle shadow shook the sadness of the wind, and the Willows made the spring soft; After closing the curtain of idle wind and moon, there were also broken flowers and floc; The cold autumn bamboo cut off the night window, there is also a hundred stars of Orioles. Wind, hidden in Fallen Flowers, hidden in flying swallows, hidden in cooking smoke. Wind, if it is a poet, I am afraid that all the words will be pale. In the spring dream, he was the most familiar with the amorous feelings, touched the young girl’s feelings, wrinkled a pool of spring water, sank the paper drunk gold fans; In the summer, he was the most considerate, scattered the hair beside the boat, dyed the sky at dusk, and danced the green shade outside the court; In the cold autumn, he knew romance best like him, changing the smoky dress and stealing the dream of Chaoyun, he brought the amorous feelings of the bright moon; When he stepped on the snowy sky, he knew the most pure as him, which tightened the steps of the prodigal son, made him look prosperous, and made the clouds and sky clear. What the wind brings to people may be the gentle whispers of shy girls, the strong painful poetry, or the dilemma in struggle. Although the wind may not be good, it is absolutely poetic. Because, if there is no wind, there may be the magnificence of the desert and the smoke, but there will never be the comfort of clouds and clouds, nor the freshness of the spring breeze touching the green south of the Yangtze River, let alone the eternity of wind and sand. Now I think the wind is really changeable. When I walk in the clouds in the rain, there will always be different wind and different feelings. However, before everything brought by pinfeng, how many intentions have been simplified! I used to think that the moon was the setting sun and the drizzle, in front of the long hair of youth in the wind; I used to think that desolation means desert means thin horse means solitary smoke, in front of the eyes of the wandering with wind blowing pain. Just because I didn’t think carefully, what I missed in the old days had to try my best to carve its beauty and spirit into the soul at the same time. Nowadays, there is always a feeling of dependence on wind, no matter in Jiangnan, Saibei or in water. Therefore, I couldn’t help talking to myself in a low voice, always standing against the wind, fearing that the wind would feel inappropriate after hearing it and would not reply. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…