What is wind?

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What does the wind look like?

No one said clearly, because no one had ever seen him before.

The wind is inherently formless, but everyone can feel its presence.

The wind was warm and warm.

He is more of a strength, a power that is gentle and powerless, but incomparably powerful.

The wind blows silently across the earth, bringing infinite vitality to all things.

He's so calm, so calm that people forget that he can actually destroy everything.

The wind hid his fury, he just wanted to quietly guard the people and things he cared about, but the heavens pushed him to the cusp of fate again and again, and even the brink of death.

Fate has never given anyone a chance to choose, and the wind is certainly no exception.

He didn't want to fight against fate, but he had to.

This is the helplessness of the wind!

What about the rain?

The rain is gentle and soft.

Rain and wind always depend on each other.

It's just that the rain is lonely, and many times, she is alone, in the unknown dark night, quietly coming and going.

So much so that no one knows if she really existed.

However, on the loneliest days of the wind, if it weren't for the company of the rain, he might not have been able to survive the low tide of his life at all.

Therefore, the wind should thank the rain and the warmth she had given herself.

The rain has always followed the wind, but the wind has never stopped for her. But in any case, in the heart of the wind, there is always a little bit of shame about the rain.

Wind and rain, between him and her, are just passers-by in each other's lives.

Rain is not the destination of wind at all.

Perhaps, the final miss is the end of the wind and rain that has long been doomed.

So, what about snow?

Snow is another form of rain.

The snow was beautiful and cold, and she buried all her emotions in the bitter cold of winter.

She was aloof, aloof, but all of this was just a disguise for her.

In Xue's life, it seems that she always waits, and waiting is not her fate.

The snow was even more lonely, so much so that even the wind left her.

When the wind left, she didn't follow, but what she cared for in her heart was always him.

However, Snow is also lucky, because she has also been present in the heart of the wind all along.

Perhaps, what the wind yearns for and is obsessed with is the tranquility of snow.

The flowers in winter bring the breath of spring.

This is snow.

Unlike rain, snow only falls when the wind has completely stopped.

In the cold winter night, she fell quietly.

The snow had fallen for countless days and nights, and she had kept watch for countless days and nights.

The cold snow is as cold as frost, but who can really understand that the cold is just the appearance of snow, and under her indifference, it actually contains a fiery temperature.

Her fiery heart is frozen for whom, and for whom will the ice in her heart be relieved.

Will there be a day when the frozen heart will be melted, and if so, what kind of power should it be to melt the ice in her heart.

Where is the wind and rain?

Where there are rivers and lakes, there is wind and rain!

Where are the rivers and lakes?

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes.

What's on the rivers and lakes?

The rivers and lakes have affection, the rivers and lakes also have blood, the rivers and lakes have righteousness, and the rivers and lakes have even more hatred.

Love and hatred, grievances and entanglements, isn't it the original appearance of the rivers and lakes.

The bloody wind on the rivers and lakes has never stopped.

There are only interests, no affection, this is the rivers and lakes.

Only recognize interests, not emotional, this is the Jianghu people.

He and she are the people of the rivers and lakes who are adrift and tormented in this ups and downs.