Prose of wind chasers

I am a wanderer roaming the rivers and lakes with the wind, and I fluctuate in the breeze; I rolled and jumped in the strong wind; I barked in the strong wind.

one

The spring breeze woke me up!

The cold of winter has not left yet. The warm spring wind touched me from the other side of the sea. There is still a thin layer of frost on my back. The sunshine in front warms my heart. My winter dream woke up in spring, and my full buds were awakened by the spring breeze and turned into bundles of powder swaying with the wind.

I dressed up the world and brought friends who left, and my charm attracted Fendi; My honey makes bees; My scent awakened the silkworm moth. I am the spirit of spring, and spring is my nanny. It always calls me at the first time, and I will give it my most gorgeous gesture. I follow the wind, and wherever the wind blows, I begin to blossom. I have a beautiful name-cherry blossom.

I have my ideals. I want to go with the wind like Chun Yan, and pass on my breath to friends far away. I haven't smelled of spring for a long time. You may become a dead wood standing there alone, but don't be discouraged. I will tell you your loneliness, let more friends know our posture, and let your holiness embed a little red breath in the world.

I will greet you with the spring breeze!

two

The breeze is calling me!

I am a dancer and the boundless grass is my stage. The straight trees are my listeners; The stars in the blue sky are my flashing rainbow lights.

Brother Ant, Sister Mantis, or the naughty child touched my body. I began to put on white gauze and danced with the rhythm of the wind at the tip of the leaf, at the top of the tree and on the roof. My dance is soft and wild with the rhythm. I have a simple name-dandelion.

I opened my small umbrella bag and glided in the blue sky. I am driving a breeze to travel around the mountains, the lake and the sea. I flew over the mountains in a breeze; I flew side by side with the eagle in the breeze. Don't laugh at me, dear. My friend, although I don't have the wings of a swallow, I can control the breeze.

I have my ideal, flying in the sky, where there is a broad stage! I will dance for you in Swan Lake, my friend. I know you have been rooted in this desolate land. Maybe I will accompany you tomorrow. I hope the wind is stronger! I will plant seeds wherever I need them. Maybe I will forget myself. I am too young to dress up the spring scenery of the world, but I can also decorate the green space.

three

The hurricane made me!

I am a changeling. With the constant change of the outside temperature, the boundless world is my entertainment place, and I am everywhere, with mountains and mountains and beaches and Gobi. On the autumn morning, I sat alone in the treetops to meet the first ray of sunshine; At the end of summer, I was lying on the umbrella cover, and the dragonfly was my companion; In the severe winter, I am crystal clear, covering everything, decorating the north, bending bamboo, and Mo Mei is my best partner.

I have different names in different places, time and space-dewdrop, raindrop, morning fog, ice crystal, snowflake ... among these many names, I like dewdrop best. I am so small, sometimes I can just ignore it. At this time, I can't stand the breeze and the scorching sun, but I have my own strategy. I will gather my compatriots into streams, rivers and rivers. I like living in the sea best, where I can enslave the breeze at will. It is the breeze that makes me. When I am happy, I will gently pat the stone and touch my feet. When I am angry, I will make waves and destroy everything I can touch. I am an angel and a devil.

I have always had an ideal to wet the Gobi desert. But at this time, the wind no longer makes me drive away slaves, and the clouds no longer carry me. I can only look at the isolated crystals in the morning fog from a distance, heading for the paradise of Lebanon in the morning light.

I also like people to call me snowflake. At this time, I am an elf, dancing slowly with the wind in the boundless world. The scenery in the north is freezing for thousands of miles, and the snow in Wan Li is my portrayal.

I am a wind chaser, a lonely wind chaser!

Although I like to decorate the world, I can't dress myself up. I want to cater to those who please me, but there is nothing I can do. I can only freeze your warm heart in the cold winter. Wet your skirt in the autumn morning; In hot summer, I give you a sad face. Lucky! I can also decorate your house in the spring breeze and dance with you on the grass. When you are happy, you will hold me in your hand and put it in your hair.

I am a wind chaser! Homeless tourists.

I travel around the world with the wind. I often don't know the direction of home. There is no harbor or lighthouse in my world. I have no parents or relatives. The only thing I have is a body that can control the breeze. I will look up at the girl dancing on the grass. Are you the girl of my dreams? Your partner is me, but you'll never find me. I often live at the tip of your hair, but you hit me with your hand! I can only lie on the white clouds and look at you and pray for you!

Chasing the wind is my lifelong career. Tired, I will rest in the treetops in the mountains and take root in the grass among the stones. I can't find you, my dream girl. Everyone says you have an agreement with Dandelion, but I've never heard of it! I can only enter your dream at midnight to accompany you!

I am a wind chaser, my body is enduring, and my career is so sacred.

I am a wind chaser.

Lonely wanderer

Where is spring?

In my white body

Don't!

That's a deal between the soul and the devil

I have lost my reputation.

That day!

The wind took my wings away.

I am a wind chaser.

Gorgeous is my fearless treasure.

My blind follower

Dead leaves in winter

Dance with me.

Look!

The world has feathered.

Driving the elves in the breeze

I am a wind chaser.

In the bleak autumn

accord with

A branch full of olives.

I stopped.

Crickets are still singing

Who am I dancing for?

No!

I'm already dead.

On that sunny morning.

I am a wind chaser.

On the night of thunder and lightning

Come to your boudoir

The wind drives me.

Dancing on your roof

Tick tock tick tock

Faith in wearing away stones.

Even if it shattered.

Just want to sing a song about songs for your youth.