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在风、雨、雷、电中,我唯爱的,就是风。喜欢风,是因为它来无影,去无踪。春、夏、秋、冬,每一季节的风都有一种独特的人生境界。春风,太温柔,好像是婴儿的小手,轻抚你的脸,感觉十分柔软。她默默送来梅的清香,捎来春的绿意。有时偶尔的一
In wind, rain, thunder, and electricity, what I love is wind. I like the wind because it comes to nothing and goes without a trace. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the wind in each season has a unique realm of life. The spring breeze, too gentle, seems to be a baby’s little hand, stroking your face, feeling very soft. She quietly sent Mei’s fragrance to the spring green. Occasionally one occasion