wind

Wind - can make the world's tough and gentle music! He is a veritable musician.

Standing by the window, looking from afar, a beautiful petal willow dances under his bragging; he is sometimes hard, sometimes soft. Hard, but not like a stone when riding a bicycle; soft, but not as silky as silk. However, his position in my heart has already exceeded anything.

Days - just brightened. He also just woke up, Xin Xin yawned, this yawn is really gentle. It feels as if it is in his arms. He squats and slaps you, and the notes come into your dreams in an orderly manner, gently lingering in your ears.

Day - near noon. He also wants to eat like a human, roaring up, and has to make you afraid of him and hide him. He seemed to be angry, and the white clouds in the sky were blown to the side. He was excited more than a moment, and he was excited more than a moment. He wants to release his anger and destroy all the good things as much as possible. I don't know why, I feel the same way. Maybe there is no one in the world who really knows another person. Even when I have it, I am confused about myself.

He - sang a song again, the melody of this tone seems to be laughing at all things, ignoring them and despising them. That kind of note, like Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, is full of rhythm, ups and downs of audio, making my eardrum seem to be shattered, and it hurts to the extreme!

Days - gradually closed your eyes. It is the night. The night eroded the whole earth. He was slowly subdued by the night, and he made a sigh of sorrow. This voice was so sad that I couldn’t return to it for a long time... I looked at the tree hanging in the distance. The kite, desperately breaking away from the entanglement of the branches, wanted to fly freely into the air, but it failed.

He gradually stopped mourning, slowly and slowly slept...

Third day: Li Shuangyu