The conversation with the breeze is personalized.

Today, walking in the field, greeting wildflowers and greeting wheat seedlings. Tired, I sat on the ridge and chatted with the breeze.

Whoosh-this is the wind greeting me. I accidentally tripped and fell into my arms. He smiled mischievously and went to play again. It revolves around me, and my hair and grass's hair are all messed up by it. Wildflowers are even more pitiful. If you push them left and right, your back will break. Little stone was a little angry and ran after his ass. Seems to want justice for us. The wind sees the potential is not good, and the soles of the feet are oiled-slipped away. The little stone couldn't be found, so he stopped to have a rest.

Whoo-this is the wind crying. Brother Xiao Shi tripped him as soon as the wind came out. Great, it can't get up sitting on the ground. Wild flowers and grass leaned over to comfort him and tell him jokes. Xiaoshitou's younger brother turned yellow with fear and quickly apologized to him. The wind stopped the tears and smiled again. Brother Xiao Shi is relieved. Wildflowers and weeds also shrank their heads back. Feng rubbed his injured ass, stood up and moved a few times, and was alive and kicking again. It's good to forget the pain. I shook my head helplessly.

Sand-this is the wind guessing my riddle. Guess right, he was happy to show off everywhere, even though Mai Miao told him the answer. When the answer was wrong, it pursed its lips, frowned and squeezed out a few tears, insisting that my topic was too difficult and pestering me with a simple one. Just one question, and who is the puppy, but I don't know how many times I've been a puppy, but let me ask a question. People love, hate and laugh. Everyone calls him a "rogue". It doesn't take things seriously, and it keeps pestering me to guess the riddle that is always too difficult.

Du-this is the wind shouting happily. It seems to be tireless and running hard. It rushed into the wheat field, and the wheat seedlings looked at his direction and cheered for him. It ran to the grass, and the grass longed to run with him, but it had no feet. It ran into the forest, and Uncle Shu made it into a runway of 1 10. It was finished perfectly, and even I cheered for him. He was so proud that he accidentally fell down again.

Whoosh. What is the wind saying this time?