风,爱着云,云是风的泪。不管是晴天,还是雨日,不管是朝霞,还是夕晖,风,紧挟着云。飘过一串又一串起伏的山峦,度过一片又一片苍茫的林海,它们不曾停留。云寂寞的时候,风总会唱起那古老的歌谣——《摇篮曲》。在云的眼里,风的歌总是那样动听,那样美好,胜过那万丈悬崖飞溅的瀑布, Wind, in love with the clouds, the clouds are tears of the wind. Whether it is a sunny day or a rainy day, whether it is sunrise or evening glow, the wind is close to the clouds. Passing through a series of undulating hills, forests and forests, they never stopped. When the clouds are lonely, the wind always sings that ancient song, Lullaby. In the eyes of the cloud, the song of the wind always sounded so beautiful and beautiful, and it was better than the waterfall where the cliffs were splashing.