Wind


No one has seen the wind. Yet I can feel it at work all the time. It is never quiet just like human feelings. The most peaceful wind is the breeze. When it is windier, it does not mean rest but a storm approaching.


In hot summer, I like to sit where it is windy and cool. The breeze softly touches my face. When autumn comes the wind gains in momentum. Sometimes the wind is naughty and keeps beating on the window and turning over the pages of my book. The wind seems to be in the worst mood in winter. She blows people＇s hats off. Who says the wind is emnotionless? I can hear her laughter and soft sighs even in spring.


Yet no matter how freezing cold or scorching hot or wild angry or extremely happy the wind can he, there seems to be an end to it. But the wind is not willing to be tamed. Maybe just beeause of this the universe keeps it in such tight control.
风


没有人看见过风。可我能感觉到它一直在起作用，就位人们都能感到它的存在一样。最平和的风是微风。无风时并非风干浪静，而是意味着风暴即将来临。


在酷热的夏天，我喜欢坐在风凉的地方。微风轻轻抚摸着我的脸。秋风劲吹，调皮地拍打窗户，翻弄书页。冬天，风的心情似乎最坏，它吹掉人们的帽子。谁说风无情?我能听到春风忽而大笑，忽而长嘘短叹。


然而，不管风有多么寒冷、多么炎热、多么狂怒、多么狂喜，似乎一切总有尽头，风不愿驯服，也许正因为如此，天地才这样紧紧地将它约束。