The warm spring breeze melts the residual snow, turns the branches green, turns the sky blue and makes the river smile.
One summer night, a gust of breeze blew across the beach in the northwest, gently lifting Nightcrawler's skirt and the dead leaves on the road, and there was a slight rustle in the wilderness.
The wind is like a graceful girl, with light steps.
The wind is sometimes docile. Without a trace of dust, clean and refreshing, without any agitation, quiet and serene, just like a beautiful poem.
The wind is coming, the branches are swaying, the moonlight is shaking with the shadows, and my mother-in-law is crying.
The wind is noble, tenacious, gentle and lingering. The wind is close to nature all his life, looking for a pure land, a quiet, a tree to rely on when the wind is tired.
Spring breeze, like a clever girl, dyed willow branches, peach branches, apricot branches and clusters of winter jasmine with her dexterous hands.
The breeze blowing in brushed the three of them like a caress. This is a soft, warm and calm breeze, a spring breeze that has soaked all kinds of fragrant and intoxicating flowers and trees growing on this coast. We can tell the strong turpentine flavor from the pungent taste of pressed leaves.
Walk against the current with an umbrella, lift and push hard. Old people often take three steps back and refuse to accept their old age. Today is so bad that I want to compete. Who knows that if you take three steps back at a time and refuse to accept your old age, you will live up to your expectations today. Who knows that every four steps backwards, I am panting and sweating, scratching around like thousands of bugs moving.
The wind at the mountain gate, like the water in the mountain gate river, goes from north to south day and night. Although gentle as water, after a long time, crops in the field and weeping willows on the river bank leaned against the mountain gate and bowed slightly to the south, as if bowing to all the guests who came here.
The spring breeze is green like a willow, and the sunny days are steaming red. The graceful willow was the first one to dance with Jiongna's posture, with smoke and green, fluttering in the wind. If you show your voice, you will learn to dance with long sleeves and beautiful music in Ye Zhan.
"Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo" What's that noise? Is there a typhoon? I got out of bed, opened the curtains sleepily, and vaguely saw the trees around me shaking violently, as if someone had offended it. The wind roared like a fierce lion, and the trash can on the roadside was blown stagger by the wind. Many leaves on the ground were beaten by raindrops and there was deafening thunder in the air. "Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng, Peng. I thought: it's terrible. I'm afraid the roof will be blown away by the strong wind.
The wind is mild. It likes to gently touch the people it sees, without any impatience, which makes people very comfortable. The grass was touched and grew stronger. The windmill was touched and turned quickly. Dandelion was moved and flew away with it; The children were very moved and felt particularly cool. It is nicknamed spring by people. Wherever you go, you will be full of vitality. Where there is spring, there will be a fairyland on earth, making it more beautiful.
On the way home, the wind kept blowing and almost broke my umbrella. I saw many people's umbrellas overturned, and even some tricycles were blown down. In the park, I saw a stout tree uprooted by the strong wind, wires whirring, trunk whining, willow branches being blown back and forth, like a whip whipping violently at low altitude. I just put down my schoolbag when I got home, and suddenly there was a bang. I turned my head and saw, ah, the door was closed by the strong wind. "Hua Hua", several flowerpots of Grandpa Zhang's family fell from upstairs and broke, and his window stopped, which was "crackled" by the strong wind.
The wind is like an angel, slowly coming to your side and accompanying you.
The wind will fly with the kite. In the endless green wheat field, grandpa flew a swallow kite very high, as if it were in the blue sky.
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.
Come back at night, lie in bed, and let the night wind outside the window blow into my bed unscrupulously. So, mosquito nets. I took a grateful look and silently said, "Thank you." The wind is getting more and more happy and jumping around in my mosquito net.
How windy it is today! Dust is flying and pieces of paper are flying all over the sky. The branches were cut off by the waist and the wires were blown. People on the road walk hard, and children are holding their hats. As soon as they let go, their hats will be blown away. Cyclists are even more unlucky. They couldn't move forward at all, and some were even blown back several steps. People who follow the trend are also unlucky. Although they can be pushed by the wind, it is not easy to stop. Even the most playful children hide at home.
Branches sway in the strong wind, as if to leave the trunk and go with the wind ... The wind is like a horrible music, which is played all day, flowers and plants fall to the ground one after another, and trees sway wildly, pulling each other, winding, cursing, arguing and endless.
Xia Feng is the messenger of life. It blew away the lotus, and the lotus gave off an intoxicating fragrance as a reward for Xia Feng blowing it away. It blew away the jasmine, which paid the price for Xia Feng to blow it away with its flawless and beautiful "posture". It awakened the cicada and sang the first song for Xia Feng with her sweet voice.
Autumn wind is the messenger of autumn girl. With coolness and beauty, she quietly brings autumn with light steps!
The wind is more and more rampant, more and more unscrupulous, it is like a tribe, tearing everything in a mighty and ruthless way: the grass is overwhelmed; Rocking trees and jumping into crazy discotheques; The glass on the window vibrates violently: human hair floats everywhere. The skirt whizzed behind me, and the wind whizzed and rolled sand, causing knife-like pain on my feet and arms. Occasionally, I fell in love with my eyes, just rubbed it with my hands and continued to fly.
The wind blows the clouds, the air is moist, the dew moistens the plants on the earth, and the wind shakes them, showing vitality. Standing on the maple leaf, listening to the sound of "creaking" under your feet, watching the wind comb the fluffy feathers of birds, you can't help feeling: "The autumn wind is really beautiful."
Strong winds are barbaric. When the strong wind blows across the fields, the rotating loess rolls up in the feast of the plain. If it is winter, all crops are harvested and vegetation withers, then every village is exposed. The wind has become an open bully, whistling loudly, running around, running through cold fields, running through empty village streets, unreasonably shaking the closed doors and windows of the peasant families, occasionally raising a lot of sand and scattering it in their yards. During the prank, it also scraped off some rotten pieces on the fence, scraped off the grass roof, lifted the peasant woman's dress, and drove the chickens in the village with messy feathers.
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. The mountain wind rolled pine trees, like the tide of the ocean, with a frightening sound, rolling from the lotus land in the distance, blowing cliffs and trees in waves, knocking on the partition wall and knocking on the door, making a terrible sound. Sometimes, I will give a sharp cry, just like a monster cruising outside the mountain.
The drizzle in the breeze is a bit naughty, and the breeze in the drizzle is a bit weird. Just like those lovely golden couple, they seem to be fighting like a bee, but they are not lethal at all. Soft hands and tender face are always full of care and pity, and the hard corner of my heart begins to collapse. It seems to be a very good choice to adjust your mentality in the drizzle.
The wind is gentle, often because it blows from the flower forest, bringing the fragrance from afar, connecting with a moist vapor breath, rubbing your face and gently surrounding your shoulders and waist. This simple breathing is already infinite pleasure. In the silent night, I stretch out my finger and touch Feng's naughty face. It blinked its eyes as bright as purple grapes, sipped the petal-like lips of Haitang, gently and softly bypassed my arm and rolled up my hair and put it down.
The wind touches the breath and heartbeat of everything. Everything touches the breath and heartbeat of the wind. Feathers blown off by the wind are caught by the earth. Ants carry the footprints of the wind. The back of the wind is the dream of the gods. The sadness of the wind is opened by the moon.
All of a sudden, with the overwhelming surge of dark clouds, a splash-ink painting-like wind came rapidly, and the fragile trees around were immediately broken, and deafening crackles broke out one after another. Some broken branches of trees hit the crowd with the wind, and people who took shelter from the wind began to feel anxious, gradually lost the order of evacuation and rushed to the mountainside. The crowd heard the cries of panicked children, the cries of old people, the sound of objects falling to the ground, and all the noise made by the crowd seemed to be a prelude to destruction, which sounded so muddy, desolate, sad and cold.
Put down the pen and rubbed his slightly tired eyes with his hand. Suddenly a chill came, and I couldn't help shivering. I went to the window and saw that it was snowing. Looking back at everything in the room, it seems a little old. The wind is blowing and the windows are creaking. The noisy people are a little uneasy. Go out and have a look! Maybe we can find something.
The snowstorm became more and more fierce, and the biting cold wind brought large snowflakes. The cold wind shook the branches and roared.
All of a sudden, with the overwhelming surge of dark clouds, a splash-ink painting-like wind came rapidly, and the fragile trees around were immediately broken, and deafening crackles broke out one after another. Some broken branches of trees hit the crowd with the wind, and people who took shelter from the wind began to feel anxious, gradually lost the order of evacuation and rushed to the mountainside. The crowd heard the cries of panicked children, the cries of old people and the sound of objects falling to the ground. All the noise made by the crowd seems to be a prelude to destruction, which sounds so muddy, sad and desolate.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the sand on the ground suddenly rolled up.
At that time, flying sand and stones made people unable to open their eyes, pieces of paper jumped around like rabbits, a plastic bag jumped up and flew into the sky, and all kinds of trees were twisted wildly. Pedestrians on the road didn't even bring Mazar-e-Mazar, so they ran home quickly, and the sun changed face and disappeared into the dark clouds. At this time, the wind roared and I was scared. I quickly turned around and saw that there was only one person left outside with the window open, staggering and dragging, and the glass broke with a bang and spilled all over the floor.
The wind in spring is not as biting as the wind in winter. It brings warmth to people. As soon as the spring breeze blows, the grass shows its head from the ground, and the small flowers change into colorful clothes, forming a dazzling and vibrant spring. The spring breeze came to the river with light steps. She blew gently, and the river, which had been sleeping for a winter, sang cheerful songs and flowed far away. With a gentle blow, she woke the hibernating animals, and everyone stretched and opened their sleepy eyes. She blew gently, and the children took off their thick winter clothes, all full of energy. The flower branch beckoned her to blow gently, and all kinds of colorful kites flew into the blue sky. ......
The wind ran down my neck like cold water, and my body froze to my heels. The breeze blew and the lake rippled. The north wind roared and my face hurt like a needle. The tree was painfully shaken by the wind and whined. The warm spring breeze is like a mother's hand, gently stroking the little girl's face.
Walking in the spring breeze, enjoying the beauty of spring, everything is so beautiful.
The autumn wind rustled, dyed the fields yellow and the maple leaves red, bringing a hint of coolness.
The wind rolled the sand and hit the window root from time to time, making a rhythmic sound of "sand, sand, sand".
The warm spring breeze is blowing leisurely, like a gentle hand stroking her hair and face.
The warm spring breeze melts the residual snow, turns the branches green, turns the sky blue and makes the river smile. Suddenly, the wind blew hard, flying sand and stones, dead leaves and scraps of paper were swept into the air and fluttered up and down like a broken kite.
The northeast wind is howling, the fallen leaves of hay are flying all over the sky, and the yellow dust is misty and chaotic. I can hardly tell where the sky is and where the earth is.
Spring breeze is like a clever girl. With her dexterous hands, she dyed the willow branches green, the peach branches and apricot branches red, and the clusters of winter jasmine yellow.
The spring breeze in March sneaked into the campus, making the winter jasmine bloom luxuriantly, making the holly grow tall, making the students more energetic and welcoming new knowledge.
Autumn wind, like a stroke of genius, painted the mountains and rivers in Xing 'an Mountains with golden red, light pink and mottled dark green.
The whirlwind of the first month in the mountain village, like an uninvited guest, loves knocking at the door in the dark. The door knocked for a while, and the room was filled with the sound of the wind.
The northwest wind, like a drunkard, lingers in front of every house in the town on the snowy plain, sometimes letting go of his throat and growling, and sometimes seems to breathe wearily.
The wind blows gently all over the countryside, blowing the pollen far away; The lake was rippled green by the wind: weeping willows beside the lake swayed with the wind.
The breeze in May, with the fragrance of roadside Sophora japonica, gently blows the cheeks and temples of passers-by and people's hearts, which is warm and comforting, just like the hands of a loving mother.
The wind in summer is very warm. It feels comfortable to blow on your body. The wind in summer is not only the fragrance of the earth, the beauty of flowers and birds, but also a unique and pure youth.
The wind in summer is very cool. In the evening, when the cool wind blows through the hair and ears, I will be in a particularly good mood and feel happy inexplicably.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the wind is blowing. It's cold, really cold. The trees in the mountains are ringing, and the wind is rolling branches and leaves, dancing like the devil's claws.
That day, the weather was fine. Suddenly, the sky darkened, and the dark clouds in the sky surged like the tide of the sea. Immediately, a strong wind blew. In an instant, sand and stones are flying and loess is flying.