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The breeze kisses my face and tell me is spring now "I like doing the thing that I should do moaning this song, for example sweep the hygiene or take a walk. I remember, forbid its melody in fact, in charge of it, that was moaned is one at will.
Like this song, it is because of these two lyrics, because like that kind of feeling that a spring breeze strokes the face.
The hands of the spring breeze, gentle, the touch as of those years as mother; The hands of the spring breeze, warm, the stove dispelling cold like winter; The hands of the spring breeze, continuous, like the confidence which the lover steals; The hands of the spring breeze, sweet, like smiling fatuously in baby's dream
The hands of the spring breeze, tease your chord, tease so that your heart itched, teased so that you must go.
The spring scenery are bright and beautiful, nice and warm, roam leisurely in the spring scenery, the heart should be quiet, happy.
I like the wind.
At night in summer, I always sleep opening in the window. The scorching sunshine often lets people stream with sweat, even if is windy, is hot and dry, can't feel slight chill in the air. But different in the evening, lie in bed silently, let one's own heart be calm, does not think of anything, savour the feeling that the wind has stroked the body carefully, feel nice and cool slowly.
The wind in summer lets me know what can't be too irritable, don't pursue anything sedulously, as your mood is relaxed, everything is more harmonious and more smooth instead.
The wind in autumn is nice and cool. The breath that the wind belt crop is ripe curls up at our side. The sky is unusually bright blue and farsighted, let your heart can't help widening. Want heroic spirit to savour autumn wind really, should stand, in wilderness, listen to the rumour call, call in the ear, you will know what is graceful, what calls " the outstanding independence " suddenly .
But the autumn wind does not always make people completely relaxed and happy. With the gradual reducing of the temperature, flowers have been already withered, the leaf has been wandering gradually, it is all desolate scenes that kill to meet the eye on every side in one's power. If your ambition is not optimistic enough, if you are fond of sentimentally, advise you to stay in the warm room, don't go to recall with deep feeling.
It was the wind of winter that was recruited least and is fond of. When do they wonder to make having one's bosom filled with the anger to blame, must make you shiver, even injured in the sinews or bones. So long as there are places that can be occupied, they will bore, crowd by every means, have much " not damaging you by frost and swearing not to stop " Spirit. So a lot of people have seen the wind hide from and go, can not really escape, pour the body to go.
And I, like advancing in face of the wind. I receive cruel and overbearing, I insufferable light knife the same Lie Lie cold wind that is cutting at the face too, but I am unbending, I am unwilling to surrender. Perhaps it is a result tempered while as a child, I was never afraid of cold, especially in the wind. The general idea this like reason for winter I too.
Like the wind, like its distinct individual character, likes its constantly reciprocal enthusiasm.
It is more important, like oneself to like its feeling. There are things liked in your heart, you are joyful, happy. No matter which season of wind, can bring this kind of simple joyful and happiness to me, can let my tired out health and soul feel a burst of is relaxed.
Like most, to sit, into balcony, listen to wind blow downstairs trader take those iron sheet voice that room stamp on the top of the little floor. Those sounds, exaggerate the intensity of the wind unrestrictedly, listens to so that you think outside is a storm wind that will engulf you, listen to so that you say with feeling it is a kind of happiness in one's own nest. Your nest has blocked the trials and hardship for you, fit the rest for you.
Most of time, experience happiness could be very simple, you need to stand, take a moment to listen silently: Listen, the wind blows!