My story of the wind

Whenever the wind blows over my cheeks, I can always hear the wind telling me how beautiful and majestic the mountains and rivers of the motherland are.

When I came to the sea, I saw waves wave after wave, like a naughty child. The wind blew over my cheeks, and I heard the wind saying to me: "Look, how beautiful the sea of ​​the motherland is, how vast it is."

When I came to the mountains, I saw a few trees planted on the hills, the treetops were shaking, and the leaves were fluttering. The wind blew over my cheeks, and I heard the wind saying to me: "Look, how tall and majestic the mountains of the motherland are."

When I came to the woods, I heard the singing of the little bird, the laughter of the children. The wind blew over my cheeks, and I heard the wind saying to me: "You listen, how crisp the songs of the birds are, how wonderful they are, how lively and joyful the laughter of the children is."

what! This is the story of my style.

The third grade of Chongwu Xihua National Primary School in Hui'an County, Quanzhou, Fujian Province: Ding Wei