I have an appointment with the breeze.

The wind is the most free in the world...

--Inscription

She gently reached out to me with a slight smile on her lips. The soft voice came: "Forgot our appointment?"

"The spring breeze is like a scissors, first cut the willow and then the apricot peach." Open the window, the spring breeze stumbles to me, pulls up my hand and takes me into their world: it is a wide meadow, gardenia The fragrant incense is lingering around the nose, and a group of white clouds on the blue sky are clumping together and grinning, and the wind girls are playing around in this business, and from time to time, they make a silver bell-like laugh. The soft spring breeze whispers in the ear, this gorgeous world.

"The summer wind is warm and the trees are cloudy." In the midsummer, the sun is almost idling, and its copper shield is erected in the sky full of yellow smoke. The wind at this time, accompanied by the long-lost coolness, passed over the forehead, passed through the ears, and took away all the troubles. Xia Feng, and your covenant, I am coming.

"The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cool, and the grass is shaken and exposed as frost." The wind in the early autumn has its sentimentality, and the leaves tremble slightly, like playing a song of sadness. The wind quietly blew the pieces of struggling leaves, which swirled in the air, with sighs falling into the soil. In fact, how can the wind endure to bury your green? Autumn wind, I understand your helplessness.

"Frozen South Clouds, the wind is blowing, and there are six flying flowers." The trees are finally taking off all the decorations. The bare branches are carved in the blue sky, dense branches of large and small, like ink dripping onto the paper. Dip along the lines. The withered grass on the side of the road, slouching and pulling his head, the winter wind standing on the road, it told me that spring is coming.

The wind is still the cute little girl, running a kite in its world. When the sun sets, everything in the twilight becomes a shadow. In the sky, the wind is waving to me.

Shangsha Middle School Junior Three: Nianlu