spring breeze

The spring wind is warm, how to look like a child, blowing in the east, he can not have the power of the winter wind brother, shaking the tree for a while, and then ran elsewhere to show off.

Hey! The wind boy came again. He passed me through the window, as if he wanted to mess up. He drilled into the room with a sigh of relief. I closed the window and listened to his rogue voice. Oh, it was fun. He was also angry, and grabbed the little pumpkin flower outside my window, as if something new, he was not angry, and jumped and squatted to play elsewhere.

Twilight is his most arrogant time. Without the discipline of the wind mother, he is like a wayward boy, and he sometimes sees some small garbage. He can’t help but blow, the sanitation workers. Going across the street to chase garbage, and what about him? But hiding in the corner and snickering.