谁也没有看见过风,但当胸前红领巾飘起的时候,我知道风娃娃已经在我身边了。风娃娃是顽皮的。春天,他伸着痒痒的小手,把绿到处涂抹,绿了山野,绿了房舍,绿了晒太阳的老爷爷的白胡子,绿了人们的心田。夏天,他蹑手蹑脚,偷偷地跳进池塘,摘下一片荷叶,小心翼翼地躲藏起来,却不小心荡起涟漪一圈圈。秋天,他在金黄的麦浪中追逐嬉戏,在累累的果实上抚 No one had seen the wind, but when the chest red scarf floating, I know the wind doll is already by my side. The wind doll is naughty. In the spring, he stretched his little hand and spread the green everywhere. He was green and wild, his house was green, the white beard of the grandfather sunbathing was green, and the heart of the people was green. In summer, he crept into the pond and plucked a lotus leaf, cautiously hiding, but accidentally swinging ripples in a circle. In the autumn, he chased and frolic in the golden wheat waves, stroking the fruits