Floating wind

The wind flapped, like busy not over of farmers, farm work every day between the sky and the earth goes over the running, walking. It truly the figure, the busy having infinite implication, shows natural beings paranormal forces.
A wind, can deduce the different sounds into changing into too many things to see, the 10000 weather, let a person in the ups and downs of the heart in the wind, accept feel began to change. It like omnipotent god, often in the dark, let you see, feel it, but it really is everywhere.
When the spring breeze, from passing by on the grass, in green foliage gently glides, traveling, send out a kind of tiny strands of voice. Is somewhat like the one who was burnt to the place, keep to blow; And like a nocturnal people fear start up barking, quietly, creep. Originally, the spring wind in casual in quietly to, do not need to say "hello", and who don't need more who invited. It will go, is also quietly come. "A wisp, don't take one clouds." This is active, and free breeze. It can make a person in a cozy and most of the situation in trance.
Summer, the wind of the gravity from afar, and pass around the hills, soaring circled, stomach-churning to tall conifers (such as pine, fir) blows, and when it suddenly encounter hold up high the tree cover prevents the struggling through the from between tore at the wear a, rolled up a hua hua of voice, into becomes more and more small, the more to more far. That is a kind of how also could not wind drag the leaves of the howling of the strings, like many by dial, a buzzing the general world of the resonance of the sound, reverberated across the valley. It can call a person mind also immediately with the wind faded away, arrived in the wind of the site to the distance.
Sometimes, the wind from the hillside, will be launched with a mountain shrub jungle a wave and a wave of green waves, that leaves the voice of the friction between sand, sand, sand, like-street cacophony in, and like a large group of people from the roadway, the sound through nasty and pictures and momentum are like the waves. But the waves of the sea water from the central gradually spread to neighbouring layers, and the wind but no fixed direction. Both from go up and down, also have from; Can, from left to right, also can from right to left. It work miracles, all direction can follow one's inclinations to reach and after.
In the fall, the wind is erratic and soothing, like a playful child. When it from the ground, and all the way through a walk off, ramble. It often listless, have. Sometimes the blow, even oneself also fall in the thicket, except for a few of the yellow leaves fall silent, the shadow of the wind was no search, not a sound; Sometimes blow through the water, water in the central abruptly stopping, and makes the water wrinkle up layer upon layer, such as water in corrugated quietly smile, the greater the XiaoWen the exhibition. It can also can retreat into. But see it, then, this halfway disappear without trace.
When winter wind in between earth and heaven violently blowing, night and day, swing, callsigns, tenacious wind ground obstacles, will send out a kind of the shrill crying. This will be constantly kept the high places, and constantly pattern to a weight of ruthlessly lift down, like, how the sound of table tennis with a French. If you are in the dark night, infinite mountain village with the wind of the collision, the space is crazy all winds up, extrusion mighty wild wind in the no-man 's-land, the tall trees bend and break the blow. At this time, a person as if became a nowhere to hide the dust, isolated and lonely intolerable, listening to the wind, and the frenzy, with a strong sense of nature and terror. Ferocious
Of course, the wind is not just so several forms. When I long to listening to the wind of call, stare at the wind when dances, as if it for me to open up a secret door, let me in and out at will, let me see it protean diligent performances. It can not only boring to you the lamp, can also help you to attentively door shut up. I am familiar with its various face, it is both a new faces, is also a meets; It has no specific image features, but you can imagine any of its shape arbitrarily. However, I only see it from blowing, see it has to stop, it never disappeared, it always did not complete the work of the time, no beginning, also not the end. With this soft wind, it actually can blow the stone, the old man blow in ash, the dancers in one thousand, ten thousand years of human history blow in a strand of just like it fluttered the wind!!!!!