When the wind rises, I hold the green pen bestowed by the forest elder, composing the fresh breath of nature, away from the city’s hustle and bustle. In the tranquil elegance, I spread out the clean rice paper of the earth, dip into the clarity of the azure spring, carry a crisp and melodious tune, and savor the gurgling sound of the stream. In moments of weariness, I read about the enchanting urban scenery in words, where the grass grows and orioles fly, letting the wind bring the sound of blooming flowers, and letting geese carry the longing from distant loved ones. In the embrace of summer, I admire the brilliant chapter of lotus pond moonlight. Let the green mountains and clear waters convey the deep feelings of homesickness, in the jade-like Jiangnan with its small bridges and flowing water, people’s homes render the simple joys of life. In the autumn moonlight, the verdant moon and the sail of the wind, let the breeze blow waves of deep longing, thinking of you, shining brightly in the moonlight, reflecting the moonlight of longing in front of the bed. In the moment the wind rises, looking up at the sky, the winter snow is exquisite and translucent, dancing in the wind, sending a white snow that drifts out a crystal clear face. Gazing at the Tianshan Mountains, I invite the wind to blow into pure snow lotus flowers, how I want to give people the auspiciousness of the snowy plateau when the wind rises! My friendship, as cold as ice and as clear as jade, in the winter night, suddenly thinks of you, my dear friend far away, I am moved to tears in the cold winter, with the wind sending my most sincere feelings, to the ends of the earth, I ask the wind girl to give you a deep affection. In the sunset, in the evening mist, if you see the wind rising, you will enjoy missing you.
If the wind, holding a touch of the faint amber charm of the dawn, the proud charm of the spring breeze, lingering in the fragrance, in the heart-warming and refreshing, that is the direction of my memories, I wish, to drift far away with the wind, to tightly embrace the beautiful shadow of the cloud girl, just because, the gentleness in the wind contains my most cordial greetings, indeed, there is my deep longing in the deep look back. The breeze in my heart is the direction of my memories, I wish, to sleep with the wind, in the harbor of dreams, to quietly hold love in my arms, just to follow the footsteps of spring, let thoughts drift with the wind, accompanied by the bright spring light to shine on my beautiful face, the persistent look, in the consistent pursuit, as expected. In the dream, I can touch your warm and sweet face, let me feel a unique fashion and warmth in the virtual world. Night, is dim, seems to be used to, in a quiet embrace, leaning on a curved moon window to miss you. Whose gentleness, has deepened whose call long? Whose sigh, has been graceful and unforgettable? I don’t know how many lives it is to meet you, thinking, this one is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, that deep love, should it be how many times after looking back to look forward to.