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Wind
Noonehasseenthewind.YetIcanfeelitatworkallthetime.Itisneverquietjustlikehumanfeelings.Themostpeacefulwindisthebreeze.Whenitiswindier,itdoesnotmeanrestbutastormapproaching.
Inhotsummer,Iliketositwhereitiswindyandcool.Thebreezesoftlytouchesmyface.Whenautumnesthewindgainsinmomentum.Sometimesthewindisnaughtyandkeepsbeatingonthewindowandturningoverthepagesofmybook.Thewindseemstobeintheworstmoodinwinter.Sheblowspeople＇shatsoff.Whosaysthewindisemnotionless?Icanhearherlaughterandsoftsighseveninspring.
Yetnomatterhowfreezingcoldorscorchinghotorwildangryorextremelyhappythewindcanhe,thereseemstobeanendtoit.Butthewindisnotwillingtobetamed.Maybejustbeeauseofthistheuniversekeepsitinsuchtightcontrol.
风
没有人看见过风。可我能感觉到它一直在起作用，就位人们都能感到它的存在一样。最平和的风是微风。无风时并非风干浪静，而是意味着风暴即将来临。
在酷热的夏天，我喜欢坐在风凉的地方。微风轻轻抚摸着我的脸。秋风劲吹，调皮地拍打窗户，翻弄书页。冬天，风的心情似乎最坏，它吹掉人们的帽子。谁说风无情?我能听到春风忽而大笑，忽而长嘘短叹。
然而，不管风有多么寒冷、多么炎热、多么狂怒、多么狂喜，似乎一切总有尽头，风不愿驯服，也许正因为如此，天地才这样紧紧地将它约束。