在风、花、雪、月中,我偏爱风。喜爱风,是因为风的来无影,去无踪;是因为风的温柔。风的热烈,风的萧瑟,风的狂暴;是因为风有太多的人生境界。春风,太温柔太温柔,宛如婴儿的小手,轻抚你的脸。她默默送来梅的暗香,捎来春 In the wind, flowers, snow and moon, I prefer the wind. I love the wind because the wind is coming and there is no trace; it is because of the gentleness of the wind. The warm wind, the bleak wind, the violent wind; because the wind has too many realms of life. The spring breeze, too gentle and gentle, like a baby’s little hand, stroking your face. She quietly sent Mei’s dark incense