wind

Wind, soft blowing

I sighed my face.

Wind, violent blowing

Blowing up the beautiful little 刚

Blowing off the beautifully bought new rope.

Wind, gently blowing

Bloating my whisper

Blowing away the big wolf in the dream

Only left a cute little red riding hood and kindly grandmother

Wind, warm blowing

Melted a cold, hard heart

Woke up the young green of Xiaobo’s brother

Woke up the gorgeous flower of Xiaohua’s sister

Blowing up the industriousness of the bee brother

Woke up the busyness of Butterfly Sister

Wind, rushing

Brought the itch of happiness on my face

Brought my beautiful new rope

Bring the wolf in the dream

Blowing to a deserted place

Take everything you bring with you

Wind, stopped

Everything seems to be restored to its original state.

Also seems not to

Because I feel the itch of happiness on my face.

There are also tear marks that have lost beautiful little shackles and head ropes.

Because there is no big wolf in my dreams.

Because...the beautiful and fascinating scenery outside

There are hardworking bee brothers.

And busy butterfly sister

Third day: Xue Yanan