也许最平静的风,还是拂拂微风。果然纹风不动,不是平静,却是酝酿风暴了。蒸闷的暑天,风重重地把天压低了一半,树梢头的小叶子都沉沉垂着,风一丝不动,可是何曾平静呢?风的力量,已经可以预先觉到,好像蹲伏的猛兽,不在睡觉,正要纵身远跳。只有拂拂微风最平静,没有东西去阻挠它:树叶儿由它撩拨,杨柳顺着它弯腰,花儿草儿 Perhaps the most calm wind, or breeze blowing. Sure enough, the wind does not move, not calm, but it is brewing storm. Steaming boring summer days, heavy winds to the sky down in half, the treetops of the small leaves are hanging down, the wind did not move, but what calm? The power of the wind, can be pre-felt, like crouching beast, Not sleeping, just wanna jump. Only the breeze blowing the most calm, there is nothing to obstruct it: the leaves move it by the teal, willow bend down it, flowers grass