With the wind as the theme...
"The Wind Is Something"
Wind this kind of thing
It should be dashing
No shadow, no form, free to come and go
If you never want to stay
And why drag the dream
Wind this kind of thing
It should be gentle
Gently brush your cheeks and provoke your placket
Like soothing, like pity, conveying the breath of maturity and flow
Wherever you go
Neither has ever been far away
It should be boring
Pulling the clouds for no reason, setting off waves and attracting rain
It is the peace of the world
Or out of loneliness and mischief
It should be ruthless
Blow off the leaves of the branches, remove the tiles of the cold house, and break the wings of the double flight
Cold, violent, unkind
It is a testimony to the coldness of the world
It is a melody of sorrow and weeping
Wind is a complicated thing
Downwinds can be crossed, headwinds are difficult
Fireworks are on earth
The storm is rising, and it is difficult to calm down
Look around
The trees want to be quiet and the wind is not stopping
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