风是压过来的,排山倒海。枝条儿使劲地伸长了,还在伸长,摇着、摆着,像鼓满了风的旗子在活跃舒展着。地上已经没有了太多的沙尘,空气变得洁净许多。只是风太大了,那边伞翻了、帽子飞了,姑娘紧捏了裙裾,急欲奔向屋檐下,怎奈乱了的长发却藤缠般遮住了眼睛……飞起的鸟雀急速地收住了翅膀,顺风折回。屋子里的年轻母亲扯圆了嗓子喊着在外撒野的孩子…… The wind is over, overwhelming. Branches stretched hard, still stretching, shaking, posing, like a drum full of flags in the active stretch. There is not too much dust on the ground, and the air is much cleaner. Only the wind is too big, the other side of the umbrella turned over, the hat flew, the girl squeezed the skirts, anxious to run toward the eaves, clutching the long hair but covered with cane-like eyes ... ... flying birds The bird caught the wings quickly, turning the wind back. The young mother in the room shouted out loud voice shouting out wild children ...