Chasing the wind, chasing the wind

That day I went shopping in the neighborhood and saw a giant green off-road car parked on the side of the road, and the luggage rack on the roof was full of large bags tied tightly. Looking at the body of the car, it is full of dried mud dots, and the wind and dust servants look like they have rushed a lot of roads. Looking closer, I saw that the side of the car was printed with the word "walker", and my heart suddenly jumped up, was it the interview car of the walker column group?

The car turned off the fire and quietly stopped there, presumably no one inside. I leaned on the dark car window and looked inside, ha, a young man in a racing suit smiled at me with small white teeth! He rolled down the car window and asked me with a smile: Sister, what's the matter?" I shook my head sheepishly and asked, "Not Liangzi?" He was a little surprised and said: Well, is there anyone here who knows her? However, Liangzi was on the road, and we went to catch up.

Ha! Liangzi! The best journalist in my favorite section!

I like to watch the walker column, like to listen to Liang Zi tell her story about her experience along the way, many times, it is to open her eyes and listen to her talk about my dreams. Sometimes, with my eyes closed, I went on a trip with her, and I dreamed of humanistic style.

When I'm tired and tired, I always think, if there is no home, without these entanglements, I will be a woman like the wind (not a crazy woman, hehe!). ）

I like simple freedom, simple happiness.

Like wandering, like to be in a strange place, standing on a strange street, watching the sadness and joy of strangers, laughing through.

Like everything fresh, simple, rough, or exquisite, is the favorite of the heart.

Likes to whistle like the wind without any involvement.

As light as a dandelion and as beautiful as a flower.

The wind comes invisible, the wind goes silent.

The wind is empty, transparent, but not lonely. When it is happy, it walks with fallen leaves or anything, or dances, or sings. Falling leaves have their destination, and occasional encounters always have an end, but the wind is a dancer who can't stop, it rotates, it keeps moving forward.

Legend has it that there is a bird with wings but no feet, called the wind bird, it is the eternal companion of the wind, the wind supports it, never give up! If I were, how nice it would be.

The wind is spontaneous and goes with the flow. When she encounters drizzle, she will be harmonious, and when she sees thunder and lightning, she will also shout wildly, and passion will fly with the falling flowers, and her heart will be wide with the sea and the sky.

The wind is light, like a walker's heart, open and demanding nothing. As long as the eyes can see, as long as you can open your legs, the world is bigger, let me swim!

The wind is so free, how can I do it anymore?

I remember watching the movie "Listener to the Wind" starring Liang Chaowei and Zhou Xun, and I liked the plot inside, the bloody love and hate, the thrilling chase and hiding, and I loved this naked urgency.

Well, even being a wind chaser is good.

Follow in the footsteps of the wind and dance and sing.

There will be a day when I can put everything down, I will also drive a rugged car, the car will be the color of the sky, the roof of the car will be installed with my tent, and the window will be printed behind the wind chaser!

The first stop is the prairie! Driving wildly across, to tease the running jujube horses, chase the flying bees and butterflies, let the greenery melt my ecstasy. In the boundless sea of flowers, my car is like a boat, riding the wind and waves. When night falls, the grass in the moonlight dances enchantingly in the wind, the wolf king on the steppe howls proudly, the wind, sweeping by, it is calling: the wind chaser!

Wind, here I am!

The night was as smooth and sweet as sheep's milk, diluting my rushing blood.

I lowered my head and let the wind gently stroke it.

White yurts, howling lambs, kind old aunts, and swaying tobacco pillars in the wind accompany us to get drunk in the mellow aroma of mare's milk wine and milk tea.

I staggered down, my bag on my back, like a sleeping fish.

Seven seconds of memory, like me, the wind only remembers me.

We were with each other, my long hair fluttering, my starry eyes twinkling, winding and fierce.

In the sharp gaze of the Wolf King, he set off to meet the stars and go straight from the grasslands to Tibet.

All the way bumpy, all the way bumpy, all the way the sun rises and the moon sets, as long as there is love in the heart, the pain is needless to say.

Kneel at the foot of the snow-capped mountain and watch the majestic snow-capped mountains, the holy snow lotus petals on the top of the mountain gently chanting in the breeze, the old woman shaking the prayer wheel, the deep wrinkles full of mystery, and the mouth chanting the eternal ode.

The wind lifts the veil of the Potala Palace, and it is calling: Wind Chaser!