I like the wind, because the wind sometimes downy, sometimes rampage, sometimes cool and refreshing, sometimes cold. Spring, the wind is gentle, she was like a kind mother, that is gentle and soft, so kind. The earth is her child, she used her delicate hand petting the earth, and such, leaves, flowers, grow up. The world has thus become beautiful. Summer is the wind, rage, he is like a strict father, strictly treated with the children. So in the summer, the breeze always hot to the earth, he didn't have the slightest indulgent, sometimes dark clouds covered the sky, sometimes with rain, he used his strict, love the earth, his child. Autumn is the wind, relaxed, she is like the earth's lover, silently beside the earth's side, she was blowing the pieces of the golden wheat, in the autumn and leaves together for the earth to dance, sometimes sometimes will also be born in leaves, gently to the earth a kiss, expressing the earth is relaxed and deep love. Winter is the wind, cold, just as it is the soul of the earth is gone, he love this land, so long to die, taking their hard the frost of cold, wandering between the earth, for the expression of the earth will cherish forever. The wind, how beautiful ah, like mother, like father, like a lover, also like we that inner soul, I love the wind, I love the season's wind.