孤独的孩子追逐着风,风却给他留下一片化不开的沉默。时常想,如果风有形状,那么风该是个什么样子的呢?风应该是跟梦一样吧,但梦可以寄托许多现实无法给予的东西。而风,却是带走那些许多现实给予的东西,就像秋风扫落叶一样。风能带走许多东西。风是匹不知疲倦的马,风是把理顺思绪的梳,风是一个无忧无虑只会蹦蹦跳跳的精灵。风总是会往一个地方使劲吹,拼命地吹,吹弯那 Lonely child chasing the wind, but the wind left him a silent silence. Often think, if the wind has a shape, then the wind is what it looks like? The wind should be the same with the dream, but the dream can be placed on many things can not be given reality. The wind, however, takes away what many realities give, just as autumn leaves sweep the leaves. Wind can take away many things. The wind is an indefatigable horse, the wind is to comb the idea of ​​comb, the wind is a carefree only bouncing elves. The wind will always blow hard to a place, desperately blowing, blowing that bend