Song of the Wind

Envy the freedom of the wind, admire the uninhibited freedom of the wind, the wind, born to be casual, under the clear blue sky, under the dark night sky, there are their shadows.

The grass swayed willfully, looking up at the starry sky, looking at the starry sky, I couldn't help but be shocked, the universe is so vast, but the world is so small.

If it is a person, the wind is lonely, it is lonely, it is fearless, it does not know where to go, and those who have been, the present, and all that will happen are just a passerby for it.

So even though it's lonely, it's still so enjoyable.

If it is two people, the wind is sweet, the sticky seeds are sprinkled, if the sky is full of stars, sprinkled all over the world, you are the wind and I am the sand, no matter what the future holds, the happiness at this moment has already been planted.

If it is a group of people, the wind is lively, today's wind is so noisy, laughing and scolding all the way, even if the youth will eventually pass, but it still has no regrets, because those days have long been integrated into the world.

For me, the wind is better to be lonely, because quietly, everything is so beautiful, under the night sky, the wind is drifting, the trees are shaking, the years are drifting, silently waiting to pass.

This world is very big, but people are really small, childhood is like a flower in the wind, digging birds, going down the river, fishing, in the mood for love, just the right time.

Two people's wind flowers, childhood sweethearts, two little no guesses, a group of people's wind flowers, hot-blooded, no regrets, are so wonderful, and I, a person's wind flower, is more like a passerby, just silent, watching, listening.

Looking up at the starry sky, I want to see if the legendary 45º angle really exists, I want to see the night scene, I want to see the dim light, whether it is really lonely, the wind is not coming, I want to see if the sorrowful farewell, whether it can really roll up the dead leaves.

Really, really, the wind, born hesitant, dead confused, nevertheless, although it was born for no reason, although it did not know where to go, although it was always lonely, it never regretted it, because it was the wind, the wind of the noise.

13 December 2016

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