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hello! How to describe "The Wind" is really powerful. Apart from the four "generals" of the Sun, Moon and Nebula creating the four seasons of human beings, it also has six "Depth Charge" of wind, rain, snow, fog, thunder and lightning to add fuel to the flames. It seems that there is really a God in the world, with providence and heavenly generals dominating everything in the world. Let's talk about the wind first. The circulation of air produces wind. The wind has a strange temper. When it is calm, the breeze blows gently, giving people a "wind kiss", which is really like a lover. When he lost his temper, he somehow became a tyrant, which was terrible. Wind's moody temper, human beings still have no way to take it. When the breeze is naive, it is like a little doll. For a while, it lies on the grass, grinning and rolling from side to side. After a while, I went to the river again, somersaulted on the water, splashed with water, blew out some patterns, painted some bright green patterns, or folded the water like a folding fan, folded it up, and then opened it again. Breeze is very considerate and caresses human beings and all kinds of animals. In summer, the breeze blows away the hot air. It caresses people's faces like velvet, and fans them for you like a fan. It is so comfortable that people often praise it: What a nice wind! Birds, kittens, puppies, cattle and sheep live in a stuffy place. Do you feel hot when you sleep? The breezes passed gently, and the animals were very comfortable. Although they could not speak, they could make various calls to express their gratitude and gratitude. The boat is sailing in the river, the boatmen paddle, and the trackers pull the fiber. Isn't it very tired? It's not easy to get on the bridge by bike. Give them a hand. So the breeze blows slightly, and the sail of the boat is lifted and glides along the river; If someone helps the cyclist push it, the wheels will slide more easily, and the fine sweat on his forehead will be dried by the breeze. Breeze often likes to touch the wheat and rice in the field, smell the fragrance of flowers, shake hands with adults and children and say hello, which is very polite. However, when the wind is wild and crazy, when it is crazy like a madman, it is its most ferocious moment, when human beings will be killed and injured and will suffer. The gale is barbaric. When the wind blows through the fields, the plain land rolls up the rotating loess in an instant. If it is winter, the crops are all harvested and the vegetation is withered. At that time, every village is exposed naked. The gale turned into an open bully, whistling loudly, running wildly everywhere, running through the wild fields with endless cold, running through the empty village streets, shaking the closed doors and windows of the peasant families unreasonably, and throwing a lot of sand at their yards from time to time. When playing practical jokes, it also blew down a few pieces of rotten wood on the fence, scraped off the grass roof, lifted the peasant woman's dress, and drove the chickens all over the village, blowing their feathers into a mess. When the strong wind enters the forest with snow, it will give off strange howling. Rows of trees wobbled, the branches giggled, the wind roared and the direction changed, and the snow rolled up by the wind danced wildly in the forest like an incomparably large snow dragon. In Lin Hai Xue Yuan, the writer Qu Bo compared the snow dragon rolled up by the strong wind: it fluttered, turned right and left, twisted its head and fell its tail, and came at the team. Snow powder was sprayed wildly in the cracks of the forest, hitting the face like a stone ... Such a strong wind made people breathless, speechless and unable to hear other voices. The Polish writer Xianke Weizhi said in Crusaders Riding on the Earth: Amid the howling and whistling of the whirlwind, only waves of miserable voices were heard, which were like the howling of wolves, Ma Si in the distance, and sometimes people's cries for help in times of great distress. When the strong wind circled, howled and roared on the grassland, it made the grass make a noise. The Russian writer Chekhov once wrote about the gale in Prairie: Suddenly, something exploded in the stagnant air, and there was a sudden storm. ..... Dust rolled into a spiral on the avenue and ran across the grassland, wrapped in wheat straw, dragonfly and feathers all the way, like a rotating black pillar, soaring into the sky and darkening the sun. On the grassland, in all directions, those wild hemp staggered and jumped, and one of them was wrapped in a whirlwind, hovering like a bird, flying into the sky, becoming a small black spot and disappeared. After that, another one flew up, and then the third one flew up. Two of them twisted each other in the air, as if in a duel. The scene was even more miserable when the strong wind raged in the city. The branch was blown to one side and didn't even twist it back once in dozens of minutes. The clouds in the sky were blown from one pole to the other by the strong wind. The dust and sand rolled up by the strong wind dyed the sky grayish yellow, and the sun became dim. The strong wind tore up the cloth of the shopkeepers, uncovered the posters on the walls, broke branches, shattered glass windows, blew off high-voltage telephone poles, blew off the hats of pedestrians, messed up the hair and dresses of pedestrians, uprooted trees and overturned the roof. On the road, branches danced like rattan whips, whipping pedestrians from time to time. Pedestrians walk with their heads down, their faces covered, and their upper bodies bent forward with difficulty. The cyclist, despite all his efforts, seems to be stuck on the wheel, making it difficult to turn forward. The wind screamed, roared and echoed; Sometimes it's straight, and sometimes it's messy in all directions, like a demon bumping into it; Suddenly sweeping, attacking everything on the earth. The gale is really enough to dominate. At this time, the world seems to be no longer the world of human beings. Human beings have been defeated by the strong wind. The strong wind seems to have succeeded temporarily and become the master of the world. Everything has to be ordered by the strong wind, and the dust is its accomplice. Typhoons are also very terrible, and typhoons are often mixed with heavy rain. Ouyang Shan, a writer, described the scene of a typhoon in Sanjiaxiang: As soon as the typhoon came, the southern country with crisp autumn became a gloomy and miserable world. The bright and bright sun was soaked and melted by violent raindrops, and I don't know where it fell. The wind, like a horrible music, keeps playing all day. Flowers and plants fell to the ground. The trees are swaying furiously, tugging at each other, twisting, cursing and quarrelling endlessly. The dark clouds all over the sky run in the air like demons, and the raindrops like thunder, electricity and stones attack each other ... When the wind blows to the sea, it becomes a hurricane. At that time, the storm reached its peak. It is not only terrible, but also disgusting. The churning of the sea has reached the sky. In the sky, dark clouds are gathering and angry; Underground, the hurricane on the sea is going crazy. The whole sky is blowing, the whole sea is like boiling, full of bubbles, and the whole world is spinning around. There is nothing more terrible than this. This is the most ferocious moment, and the wind has simply become a rebellious tyrant, causing huge economic losses to mankind. The energy of the wind is extremely great. In order to conquer the wind, human beings have used many brains, for example, strengthening weather forecast, strengthening flood control walls, establishing wind power stations and so on.