Talk about knocking at the door at night

1, the wind is like waves, the sea is like waves, and it is as loose as waves.

Yesterday, the autumn wind roared and swept my triple grass.

The wind is beating against the window.

4, but the wind is really like waves, waves, waves, whistling, whistling, reminiscent of the night rain in a foreign land, the empty teaching building in winter vacation, and the night whistle of the guards at the air force airport. Many of them are not displaced, but the withered and cold past blows through time and space in the wind and surges in.

5, the wind with raindrops, a little east and a little west. At this time, I saw the birds flapping their wings and flying wildly in the tree, and the pedestrians downstairs looked for their way home like avoiding the plague.