Storm march

A gust of wind whizzed past me. Sometimes I wander around me, sometimes I come forward to me. Looking up at the dark misty sky, I discovered that the storm clouds are coming.

Enjoy his gentle touch in the wind. The wind, the wind of freedom, the wind before the storm, brought endless fantasies, brought the fragrance of grass, and brought the dust of the world. The rain is mixed with wind and dust. I rushed to the front and bumped into me.

Rain, how small it is, it took me a while to wet my clothes. It is stimulating our brains, eroding human skin, washing the human mind and washing the dust of the world. It is like a dedicated cleaner, cleaning up all the filth in the world, and using his magical "hands" to make the world once again spotless.

The wind, slamming, with his sharp "knife", hit me with my face, hands, feet, clothes. Passers-by were also "cut" by this sudden wind. The "cut" is also a pain.

"It's smashing, it's smashing." The rain fell from the air and broke down. It was like a broken flower, no one sniffed. "Boom!" An earth-shattering thunder sounded, and the lightning flashed in the flash of lightning. People were hiding under the eaves to shelter from the rain. Stepping home quickly, sitting in a chair and gasping, looking at the open window, listening, enjoying the symphony of the storm for the world.

"Huh, oh." The sound of the saxophone player played a song, it is so melodious. "Hey, Boom, Long, Long" thunder and lightning beat the bass for the world, and became a bass player. Then "Hey, hey." The guitarist is not far behind, but also accompanied by the storm symphony.

In the symphony, I heard the thoughts of the distant people on the loved ones, the complaints of the wanderers, the loneliness of the lonely, the pain of the sad. Listen to what they say, an ordinary and extraordinary story. It is talking about the suffering in people's hearts, the grievances in the heart, the bleakness in the heart. Telling one after another extraordinary life.

The rain stopped, the symphony ended, I slept in listening, and wrote my story in my dreams.

The second day: Yueyang Tower