Last year and today in this gate, the human face and peach blossoms complement each other, and the human face is nowhere to be seen. The peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze (Tang&midtot; Cui Hu)
It is precisely the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan that meets you again during the season of falling flowers (Tang· Du Fu)
Not in vain the east wind blows away the tears of the guests (Song· Ouyang Xiu)
The east wind blooms flowers and trees at night (Song· Xin Qiji)
The wind is unpredictable, people are still at the beginning, and tomorrow the setting red should fill the path (Song· Zhang Xian)
The wind blows and willow flowers fill the shop with fragrance (Tang&middle; Li Bai)
The wind blows and the fairy's robe floats and lifts (Tang&middle; Bai Juyi)
Regardless of smoke and rain, I will leave and hate Jiangnan (Song&middle; Zheng Wenbao)
When a strong wind blows down a wutong tree, others say that it is short (Song· Zhao Shizheng)
The strong wind rises and the clouds soar (Han&midtot; Liu Bang)
The great river flows eastward, the waves are washed away, and a timeless and charming figure (Su Shi, Song Dynasty)
The south of the Yangtze River boasts picturesque scenery, and the West Lake in Hangzhou is unparalleled in the world. (Liu Ji, Ming Dynasty)
The scenery is so beautiful that one needs to enjoy it. Don't worry about the white stems of the head (Yuan Mei, Qing Dynasty)
Before his death, wealth and prosperity were revealed on the grass, and behind him, the charming flowers on the roadside (Song&midshot; Su Shi)
The wind is swift, the sky is high, and the ape howls mournfully (Tang· Du Fu)
Elegance and elegance are also my teachers (Tang&middle; Du Fu)
The wind blows on both sides of the river, and the moon shines on a solitary boat (Tang&midtot; Meng Haoran)
The wind was drifting and the rain was drizzling, even making Chen Tuan couldn't sleep (Yuan&middle; Guan Hanqing)
The charm still beats the shoulders of the ancients (Song&middle; Huang Tingxian)
The sound of wind and rain, the sound of reading, and the sound of concern for family, state, and world affairs (Ming&middle; Gu Xiancheng)
The wind is as sharp as a blade, and the face is as sharp as a cut (Tang&midshot; Cen Shen)
Wind eaves display books, ancient roads reflect colors (Song&middle; Wen Tianxiang)
As the wind and snow change, my hometown dreams cannot be shattered, and my hometown has no such sound
The wind and rain are dark, and the roosters crow incessantly (· Anonymous)
I prefer to travel against the wind rather than pushing people along with it. Walking against the wind, the sound of shouting around you is like a barrage of military bugles, which can create a sense of excitement and an irresistible joy of striving upwards.
Walking against the wind, looking at the swirling clouds, the rolling green waves, the excited waves, and the falling leaves in the sky; Listening to the cheers of the forest, the roar of the sea, the chirping of the mountains, and the mournful cries of the sparrows can evoke deep thoughts, motivate people to work hard, resonate with others, and lead them forward.
Don't be afraid to go against the wind. The strong wind blows away human weakness and laziness, but it cultivates a resilient physique, fearless character, bold emotions, and lofty aspirations.
The summer breeze
One afternoon, the weather was particularly hot. After cutting rice for most of the day, I was tired and my back was sore, my head was dizzy, and my sweat had already soaked through my clothes, clinging tightly to my body, almost suffocating.
I straightened up to catch my breath, when suddenly a gentle breeze blew towards me, hitting my chest, knocking on my heart, kissing my cheek, touching my collar, permeating every pore. It's so comfortable. I stopped working, stretched my limbs and stood still in the wind, slightly closing my eyes, letting the wind from an unknown source sweep away my position.
This soul stirring wind is so gentle and understanding. The wind is not strong, but the poplar trees on both sides of the road not far away are stirred up with a pleasant rustling sound. The fusion of touch and hearing is even more intoxicating.
After a busy day, I always love to walk alone in the wind, either along the paths in the fields or wading in shallow river water, aimlessly. The wind gently caresses me, like a collector caressing his beloved pottery jar. When it blows past leaves and rocks, it is as full of love as when it caresses our cheeks. It comforts us with a pleasant voice, like a mother whispering a nocturne by a cradle.
Nature is truly incredibly powerful, except for the four members of the Sun, Moon, and Nebula; General; In addition to creating four seasons of human spring, summer, autumn, and winter, it also has six seasons of wind, rain, snow, fog, lightning, and lightning; Pioneer; Playing a role in driving the waves, it seems as if there really is God in the world, with heavenly gods, heavenly soldiers, and heavenly generals, who dominate everything in the world.
Let's talk about the wind first. The circulation of air generates wind. The wind has a strange temper. When it is calm, a gentle breeze blows, giving people a feeling of "; Wind Kiss;, Like a lover, really dependent on others. When it loses its temper, for some reason, it becomes a tyrant, which is terrifying. The unpredictable temperament of the wind is still beyond human control.
When the breeze is innocent, it looks like a little doll, sometimes lying on the grass, laughing and rolling from one side to the other; After a while, I went to the small river again, flipping and frolicking on the water surface, blowing out some patterns, painting some emerald green patterns, or folding the water surface into a folding fan, folding it up, and then opening it again.
Breeze is very caring and caressing for humans and various animals. In summer, the gentle breeze dissipates the heat, brushing your face like velvet and fanning for you like a fan. It's so comfortable that it's often praised: what a nice breeze! Do birds, cats, dogs, cows, and herds of sheep live in poorly ventilated areas and feel hot while sleeping? The gentle breeze brushed past, and the animals felt extremely comfortable. Although they couldn't speak, they could make various sounds to express their gratitude and gratitude. A small boat sailing in the river, boatmen paddling, and boatmen pulling fibers should be very tiring, right? It's not easy to ride a bicycle on the bridge, give them a hand. So the light wind blew lightly, and the sails of the small boat spread open, sliding along the river with the wind; If someone helps push the pedal, the wheels will slide much easier, and the fine sweat on the forehead will be wiped dry by the gentle breeze. The breeze often likes to touch the wheat and rice in the fields, smell the fragrance of flowers, shake hands with adults and children, and greet them with great politeness.
However, when the wind goes wild and crazy, when it goes crazy like a madman, it is its most heinous moment, when humans will die or suffer.
The strong wind is savage. When the strong wind blows through the fields, the plain earth suddenly rolls up rotating loess. If it is winter, the crops are all harvested and the vegetation withers, then every village is exposed naked. The strong wind turned into an unstoppable little tyrant, whistling loudly, running wildly everywhere, running through the desolate and boundless wilderness, running through the empty village streets, unreasonably shaking the tightly closed doors and windows of the farmers, and occasionally raising large amounts of sand, scattering it on someone's yard. When playing pranks, it also blew down a few pieces of rotten wood on the fence, scraped off the thatched roof, lifted up the clothes and skirts of the farmers, and drove the chickens all over the village, blowing their feathers in a fluffy mess.
When the strong wind carries snow into the forest, it will emit strange whistles. Rows of large trees swayed and swayed, their branches creaked and cut off, the strong wind howled incessantly, and the direction changed unpredictably. The snow swept up by the strong wind was like an incredibly large snow dragon, dancing wildly in the forest. In "The Forest and Snow Plain," writer Qu Bo metaphorically compares the snowdragon swept up by a strong wind: it leaps and falls, flips right and left, twists its head and tails, and pounces towards a small team. Snow powder sprayed wildly in the cracks of the forest, hitting the face like a stone&hellip& hellip; This kind of strong wind makes people suffocate, unable to speak, and unable to hear any other voices. Polish writer Xianke Weizhi said in "The Crusader Rides on Earth": amidst the roar and howling of this whirlwind, only waves of mournful sounds can be heard, like the howling of wolves, like the hiss of horses in the distance, and sometimes like the cries of people for help in great distress.
When the strong wind hovers, howls, and howls on the grassland, the green grass makes a sound. Russian writer Chekhov once wrote in "The Grassland" about a gust of wind: suddenly, something explodes in the stagnant air, causing a sudden storm& hellip;… Dust spirals along the main road, rushing across the grassland, enveloped in straw, dragonflies, and feathers, like a rotating black pillar, rising into the sky and shading the sun. On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp plants stumbled and bounced around. One of them was enveloped in a whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flying into the sky and becoming a small black spot that disappeared. Afterwards, another plant flew up, and then a third plant flew up. Two of them twisted against each other in the air, as if in a duel.
When the strong wind ravages the city, the scene becomes even more tragic. The branch was blown to one side, and even within a few minutes, it did not twist back. The clouds in the sky were blown from one pole to another by the strong wind. The dust and sand particles swept up by the strong wind dyed the sky gray yellow, and the sun became dim and lifeless. The strong wind tore apart the storefront, peeled off the posters on the wall, broke the branches, shattered the glass windows, blew off high-voltage power poles, blew off the hats of pedestrians, messed up their hair and clothes, uprooted the big trees, and overturned the roof. On the road, the branches danced wildly like rattan whips, occasionally beating pedestrians. The pedestrian lowered their head, covered their face, and bent forward, struggling to walk. Those who step on bicycles, even though they have put in enough effort, the wheels seem to stick and it is difficult to turn forward. The strong wind is howling, roaring, and echoing; Suddenly pulling the sky and the earth, suddenly rolling in all directions, like a rampaging demon; Suddenly sweeping across, attacking everything on the earth. The strong wind is really imposing enough. At this time, the world seemed to be no longer human. Humans were completely defeated by the strong wind, and the strong wind seemed to have temporarily succeeded, becoming the master of the world. Everything had to be commanded by the strong wind, and dust and ash were its accomplices.
Typhoon is also very frightening, and it is often mixed with rainstorm. Writer Ouyang Shan described the scene of a typhoon in "Sanjiaxiang": when the typhoon arrived, the cool autumn atmosphere of the southern country turned into a gloomy and sorrowful world. The bright and bright sun caused the violent raindrops to get wet and melt, and I don't know where they fell. The wind is like a terrifying music, playing non-stop all day. Flowers and plants fell to the ground. The trees swayed wildly, pulling and twisting at each other, cursing and shouting incessantly. The black clouds in the sky ran like demons in the air, using raindrops like thunder, electricity, and stones to attack each other&hellip& hellip;
When a strong wind blows into the sea, it becomes a hurricane. At that time, the storm reached its peak. It is not only terrifying, but also detestable. The churn of the sea reached the sky. In the sky, dark clouds are thick and angry; The hurricane is going berserk underground and on the sea surface. The air is blowing all over the sky. The whole sea seems to be boiling, full of foam. The whole world is spinning around. Nothing is more terrible than this. This is the most vicious moment. The wind has simply become a tyrant who acts against the wind, causing huge economic losses to mankind.
The energy of wind is extremely high. In order to conquer the wind, humans have used many ideas, such as strengthening weather forecasts, strengthening flood control walls, building wind power stations, and so on.
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