Wind
No one has seen the wind. Yet I can feel it at work all the time. It is never quiet just like human feelings. The most peaceful wind is the breeze. When it is windier, it does not mean rest but a storm approaching.
In hot summer, I like to sit where it is windy and cool. The breeze softly touches my face. When autumn comes the wind gains in momentum. Sometimes the wind is naughty and keeps beating on the window and turning over the pages of my book. The wind seems to be in the worst mood in winter. She blows people＇s hats off. Who says the wind is emnotionless? I can hear her laughter and soft sighs even in spring.
Yet no matter how freezing cold or scorching hot or wild angry or extremely happy the wind can he, there seems to be an end to it. But the wind is not willing to be tamed. Maybe just beeause of this the universe keeps it in such tight control.
風
沒有人看見過風。可我能感覺到它一直在起作用，就位人們都能感到它的存在一樣。最平和的風是微風。無風時並非風乾浪靜，而是意味著風暴即將來臨。
在酷熱的夏天，我喜歡坐在風涼的地方。微風輕輕撫摸著我的臉。秋風勁吹，調皮地拍打窗戶，翻弄書頁。冬天，風的心情似乎最壞，它吹掉人們的帽子。誰說風無情?我能聽到春風忽而大笑，忽而長噓短嘆。
然而，不管風有多么寒冷、多么炎熱、多么狂怒、多么狂喜，似乎一切總有盡頭，風不願馴服，也許正因為如此，天地才這樣緊緊地將它約束。