The wind in summer is warm, so it is no wonder that it is called smoky wind. The sun is shining, people are panting and sweating. I hope there is a cool breeze blowing. Smoke is always disappointing. Like a stove, it smoked the rice fields and let the shepherd boy hide under the eaves. As night falls, I sit at the door and enjoy the cool air, feeling the smoky wind, or hoping that the smoky wind energy will add a little autumn flavor. The smoky wind is always disappointing. Disappointed again and again, hoping again and again. It is in this alternation of hope and disappointment that people spent a difficult summer night.
For autumn wind, people give it the reputation of golden wind. Everywhere the autumn wind goes, there is a scene of bumper harvest. From a distance, the golden wind blew corn out of the golden teeth, turned sorghum red, straightened millet and blew cotton over the white clouds. Goldwind walked into the orchard, the red ones were apples, the pears in Huang Cancan, and the purple grapes were crystal clear, which really made people drool. Autumn is crisp, the autumn wind is harmonious with the spring breeze, and it is more intoxicating with spring flowers and autumn fruits. Drunk in the autumn wind, especially in the spring, I planted farmers in Xia Geng. In the autumn wind, they are as lively as New Year's Eve, picking the fruits of the harvest and humming songs with local characteristics, just like magic. Soon, red apples, pears in Huang Cancan and crystal-clear grapes will become stacks of tickets in farmers' hands. Do you think farmers will be unhappy? I finally understand why autumn wind is called golden wind. Everywhere the autumn wind blows, it is fruitful, just like the gold in Huang Chengcheng. Although the autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves, it left a little sadness, which is the fly in the ointment of the golden wind. We can't deliberately pursue perfectionism.
It was the middle of winter, and the north wind roared. The biting cold wind, with its unique whistle, rhythm and sound, came out of breath from far away Siberia, but no one understood its hardships. People who are afraid of the cold have already wrapped themselves up in thick winter clothes, and all the places that can be covered are hidden, only showing two small eyes and being fully armed like astronauts, in order to resist the invasion of the north wind. But the north wind is pervasive, running along your neck, shuttling along your cuffs, and overcoming difficulties along your trouser legs, making you hard to prevent and shivering. The north wind sometimes floats snowflakes in the sky, but "snow makes pine greener, and frost makes plum redder". Perhaps it is the north wind that gives Song Jianqiang's personality and Mei's pride in welcoming snow. The north wind brings another breath of spring.