It has no color, no taste, no shape. It is precisely because of this that I fell in love with it from the beginning.

It is the only little guy who always stays by my side. He likes to call it that way and feels so cute!

I really like it. I sat on the bus window, put on my headphones, and let the wind blow from nowhere blow my bangs. Then, I chuckled myself gently, smiled, and looked at the big tree that was thrown far behind me, saw the continuous short mountain bags far away from me, saw the long hair of the people sitting on the electric car passing by, seemed to be stretched out by the wind, and saw the flowers in the flower bed beside the road under the sun, blown by the wind, and were shaking.

I really like it, ride a bicycle down from a high slope. You don’t have to step on the pedals, lift your feet to both sides, take a breath, and then rush down. It’s best to be a straight road, don’t worry, you suddenly make a sharp turn because you are only concerned about sightseeing. It’s not romantic enough to experience it, and you don’t need to experience a second time. At this time, the wind feels like it’s born for yourself, and it’s soft and soft when you stick to your skin.

I really like it. In winter, I just wear a long-sleeved or short-sleeved down jacket, wear a dark green, long scarf, and stand on a wind vent. I want to know how high the wind can blow your scarf, and whether the temperature of the wind blows into my neck is bone-chested or cool? The answer is a combination of the two.

I like it very much, wind.

When I was in elementary school, I had a half-propositional essay. If the wind... At that time, I hoped that the wind would have its own color. Now, my ideas have changed, and I hope that the wind will always be transparent.

Only things that cannot be seen through will make people want to explore forever.

Just like before, on the top floor where I was forbidden to enter, I stared at everything around me from 1:00 pm. Until it was dark, my mother shouted to eat, so she had to sneak to the first floor.

Compared to now, what is long enough is that National Day holiday.

I almost never go out on holidays. After reading the novel, I sneaked up to the top floor while there was no one at home. There was no one in my house. I had to bend down and even walk. I crawled out and stood beside the guardrail and saw a green field and woods in the distance. I had the courage to climb up to the stone pier of my grandma with less than one meter. That was the height I first experienced, and it was also the first time I was blown by the wind from such a high place. However, when I glanced down a few times, I was a little scared and jumped down quickly, frightened by my just-beat feat.

I leaned against the earth-red tiles and looked up at the blue sky. It was clean and pure. The wind rose and became stronger and stronger, blowing the clouds in the sky into my eyes, squeezed into a ball of white clouds, turning into elephants, five-pointed stars... After a while, the elephant's nose was blown away, the horns of the five-pointed stars were cut off, and finally even the rest of them were blown away, and the blue sky in my eyes became cloudless again.

Such pranks, one scene after another, are endlessly playing their tricks, and the manipulator behind the scenes is Feng.

For the next six days, I followed the wind, the comfortable wind, the cool wind, the wind in the sunset, the wind in the story...

Today, when I was home not long ago, the wind gushed in from the car window with a faint fragrance of flowers, honeysuckle, locust flowers, and grass. It turns out that the wind is not just running around, but also conveying memories!
Chapter completed!