It has no color, no taste, and no shape. It is precisely because of this that I liked it from the beginning.

It's the only little guy who always accompanies me, likes to call it that, it feels so cute!

I like it, sitting by the bus window, putting on headphones, and letting the gusts of wind blow from nowhere, messing with my bangs. Then, I laughed softly, laughed, laughed at the bangs, was thrown to the big tree far behind, saw the continuous low mountain bags far away from me, saw the long hair of the people sitting on the electric car in the past, seemed to be stretched by the wind, and saw the flowers in the flower bed by the roadside under the sun, blown by the wind and crumbling.

I like it, riding my bike down a high slope. You don't need to put your feet on the pedals, lift them to the sides, take a breath, and then rush down, preferably a straight road, don't worry, because you only care about sightseeing and suddenly come to a sharp turn, not romantic enough, you don't need to go through a second time. At this time, the wind feels like it is born for itself, sticking to the skin, soft and soft.

I like it, in winter, casually wear a long-sleeved, or short-sleeved, knee-high down jacket, wrap a dark green, long scarf, stand on a tuyere, want to know, the wind, how high can you blow your scarf, the temperature of the wind blowing into the neck, is it biting or cool? The answer is a combination of both.

I like it, wind.

When I was in elementary school, there was a semi-propositional essay that if the wind ......, at that time, I hoped that the wind would have its own color. Now, the mind has changed, and hopefully, the wind will always be transparent.

What you can't see through will make people want to explore forever and ever.

Just like me in the past, on the top floor where I was forbidden to enter, from one o'clock in the afternoon, I stared at everything around me until it was dark, and my mother shouted that it was time to eat, and then I had to sneak to the first floor lightly.

Compared with now, it is the National Day holiday that is long enough.

I almost don't go out on holidays, after reading the novel, while there is no one at home, but I still sneaked up to the top floor, there is no way to live on the first floor, and I even have to play bending down when I walk, and it is a dark place. I went out and stood by the guardrail, and I saw a green field and a forest in the distance. I was bold enough to climb up the stone pier less than a meter from my grandmother's beans, which was the height I first experienced, and it was also the first time I was blown by the wind from such a high place. However, when I glanced down a few times, I was a little frightened, and quickly jumped down, frightened by what I had just done.

I leaned against the earthy red tiles and looked up at the blue sky, clean and pure. The wind, rising stronger and stronger, blew another cloud in the sky into my eyes, and squeezed into a ball of white clouds, turning into elephants and five-pointed stars...... After a while, the elephant's trunk was blown away, the horns of the pentagram were cut off, and finally even the rest of them were blown away, and the blue sky in the eyes turned into a cloudless sky again.

Such pranks, scene after scene, they are endlessly changing their own tricks, and the manipulator behind the scenes is the wind.

For the next six days, I followed the wind every day, every day, the comfortable wind, the cool wind, the wind in the setting sun, the wind in the story......

Today, when I went home not long ago, the wind poured in from the car window, with a faint fragrance of flowers, honeysuckle, acacia flowers, and grass, it turned out that the wind was not only running around, but also transmitting memories!

May the wind in the world make everyone who comes to you feel happy!