Noonehasseenthewind.YetIcanfeelitatworkallthetime.Itisneverquietjustlikehumanfeelings.Themostpeacefulwindisthebreeze.Whenitiswindier,itdoesnotmeanrestbutastormapproaching.

　　Inhotsummer,Iliketositwhereitiswindyandcool.Thebreezesoftlytouchesmyface.Whenautumncomesthewindgainsinmomentum.Sometimesthewindisnaughtyandkeepsbeatingonthewindowandturningoverthepagesofmybook.Thewindseemstobeintheworstmoodinwinter.Sheblowspeople'shatsoff.Whosaysthewindisemnotionless?Icanhearherlaughterandsoftsighseveninspring.

　　Yetnomatterhowfreezingcoldorscorchinghotorwildangryorextremelyhappythewindcanhe,thereseemstobeanendtoit.Butthewindisnotwillingtobetamed.Maybejustbeeauseofthistheuniversekeepsitinsuchtightcontrol.

　　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.