Tell me about the coming typhoon

1. The wind outside was blowing loudly, roaring like a tiger, and the glass windows were shaking along with it. The rain was flying in the air with the wind. The buses on the road are driving in the water, just like ships on the sea, stirring up layers of waves. Some of the street trees on the roadside were uprooted, while others were broken by the wind.

2. When the wind comes, the branches sway, the moonlight and tree shadows sway together, and the mother-in-law whispers.

3. Suddenly, a strong wind roared behind the mountain, blowing snow and dust all over the sky. The entire mountain forest seemed to be boiling; boundless snow vapor emerged.

4. The fresh, narrating, gentle breeze occasionally touches the grass tips and gently caresses the cheeks of passers-by.

5. There are vast oceans everywhere, mountains of water everywhere, and many small rivers and roads cannot be identified at all.

6. Hurricanes are like wild horses, violent and untamed. , the wind roared at the door, it beat at the windows and on the roof, it tore at the walls, it threatened, it begged, and then ran up the stove chimney with a roar that was exultant in the triumph of rebellion.

7. The great storm has broken loose and is running with thunderous momentum. . A gust of cold wind came, making a rustling sound like rain, like the tide, and like thousands of horses galloping. A gust of south wind blew up, rolling up a heat wave on the ground, making people feel suffocated by the burning fire.

8. A slight breeze, as light as a baby's breath, blows from the forest, blowing drops of dew from the trees.

9. Thick balls of flying sand rolled up and down the street. Every time it blew, the scattered pedestrians on the street turned their backs.

10. The sky is blowing and the whole sea has become foam. This is the power of the wind.

11. The south wind drifts blindly in the darkness like a sleepwalker.

12. Mud rushed down from the mountains, damaging many houses, and also washed down cars, bringing with it pieces of wood and garbage.

13. A fresh and gentle breeze blew past, as if the earth was sighing happily.

14. Typhoon is like a kind of terrifying music, playing non-stop all day long.

15. When the wind blows, the sky is filled with sand and haze, and the whole sky is shaking.

16. The south wind drifts blindly in the darkness like a sleepwalker.

17. A hot wind blew from the south, as if it was ejected from the mouth of a dragon that opened its mouth to swallow the earth.

18. The snowstorm is becoming more and more fierce. The biting cold wind brings large swaths of snowflakes. The cold wind shakes the branches and howls wildly.

19. The wind becomes an unblocked little overlord, whistling loudly and running wildly everywhere.

20. Thick balls of flying sand rolled up and down the street. Every time it blew, the scattered pedestrians on the street turned their backs.

21. The wind, hiding in the woods for a day, quietly slipped out at night, silently dissolving the sultry heat and exuding coolness.

22. The strong wind blowing from the gaps in the buildings swirls in the empty streets and has fun with dead branches and leaves. They carry waste paper or waste discarded by pedestrians at the base of walls and intersections. Peel, quickly turn a few dance-like circles, then abandon it like a pair of worn-out shoes, make love with those greasy crouchers on the edge of the ditch or at the corner of the door, and immediately slip into the nearby aisle or corridor without a trace. No trace,

23. The leaves on the tree swayed slightly, as if it was not the breeze blowing them but the gently passing light caressing them.

24. The strong wind blowing from the gaps in the buildings swirls in the empty streets and has fun with dead branches and leaves. They carry waste paper or waste discarded by pedestrians at the base of walls and crossings. Peel, quickly turn a few dance-like circles, then abandon it like a pair of worn-out shoes, make love with those greasy crouchers on the edge of the ditch or at the corner of the door, and immediately slip into the nearby aisle or corridor without a trace. No trace,

25. The wind was like the devil in mythology. Burnt cotton-like clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, and the sky became dark and chaotic.

The wind whistled on the masts, on the stays, on the telegraph antennas. The storm poured down like a waterfall. The wind mixed the rain and water together, and they shot like dense bullets, hitting people's faces like needle pricks. This typhoon is so powerful!

26. The dawn wind, with its fresh fragrance, gently slides over the wheat tops.

Twenty-seven, the strong wind came into the chimney and whined, sometimes it became a plaintive scream, and sometimes it became low and turned into the roar of a wild beast.

Twenty-eight, the strong wind came into the chimney and whined, sometimes it became a plaintive scream, and sometimes it became low and turned into the roar of a wild beast.

29. The big storm has broken loose and is running with thunderous momentum. . A gust of cold wind came, making a rustling sound like rain, like the tide, and like thousands of horses galloping. A gust of south wind blew up, rolling up a heat wave on the ground, making people feel suffocated by the burning fire.

Thirty. Splashes of water splashed up next to the tires of the car, like fountains. We drove for a while and saw a small river. The river was as high as the road. We saw that the crops were flooded and passers-by were wearing slippers, rolling up their trousers, carrying things, and walking hard. It was really difficult to walk.

Thirty-one, Shuofeng is like a naked old devil who has not yet frozen, going crazy outside the courtyard wall.

Thirty-two. A whirlwind rose into the sky, looking like a large conch.

Thirty-three, the wind is fierce, like a group of black crazy dragons, trying to swallow the earth.

Thirty-four, the wind blows from the fields, carrying countless wind instruments, whining, hissing and hissing.

Thirty-five. When the wind blows, the sky is filled with sand and haze, and the sky is dim and the whole sky is shaking.

Thirty-six. Suddenly I heard the roar of a lion. It turned out to be the wind hitting the window. In the afternoon, as expected, dark clouds gathered, thunder roared, and it began to rain heavily. It was completely white outside. In the evening, the rain became heavier and the wind became stronger.

Thirty-seven. Everything around me whizzed, swayed, and swayed happily. The soft tips of the windweed swayed gracefully. I wanted to enjoy the wind, but it suddenly died out again, and everything Everyone fell silent.

Thirty-eight, the northeast wind howls, withered grass and fallen leaves flying all over the sky, yellow dust, and chaos. It is impossible to tell where is the sky and where is the earth. The cold and biting mountain wind, in Mountain tops and valleys swirl and roar.

Thirty-nine, that day, the wind was strong, the sand and rocks were flying, and the cloudless sky suddenly darkened. The branches and leaves of the big tree swayed in the wind, like a huge palm that seemed to be grabbing people. The door slapped against the wall, as if it had a grudge against it and was determined to be smashed.

Forty, strong winds roared in, like the roaring tide of Qiantang, thousands of horses galloping, the earth shook and the sky shook.

Forty-one, the wind is like a frightened big elf, running wildly.

42. A slight breeze, as light as a baby's breath, blows from the forest, blowing drops of dew from the trees. The ferocious typhoon roared like an evil devil, tearing the whole world wantonly.

43. The northeast wind howls, withered grass and fallen leaves flying all over the sky, yellow dust, and chaos. It is almost impossible to tell where is the sky and where is the earth. The cold and biting mountain wind, in Mountain tops and valleys swirl and roar.

44. A gust of evening wind blew through the dense leaves of the Bodhi tree. The leaves rubbed against each other and made a mournful cry.

Forty-five, the south wind blows through the rice fields, making the green and soft rice seedlings tremble, like a piece of fresh and beautiful tapestry with fine needles, trembling in the wind.