关于风（3）

The ends are slightly messy. So I guessed it was feeling the tenderness of an invisible embrace.

发梢浅浅地凌乱。于是我臆断，那是感知到了和无形相拥的温柔。

The reeds by the river are swaying slightly, the leaves are rustling, the water is rippling, the flowers are shaking their heads fragrant and their hair is floating, and look, the dandelion is going to fulfill its promise.

河边的芦苇微微晃动，树叶沙沙作响，水面荡起波纹，鲜花摇了摇头芬芳馥郁，发丝随之飘起，看啊蒲公英要去履行约定了。

Eyes hair slightly up, rustling leaves, sparkling sea, paper plane flying away, white test paper fluttering, the wind brought the seeds of the story, the story blew away.

眼前人发丝微起，树叶沙沙作响，海面波光粼粼，纸飞机飞向远方，雪白的试卷飘扬，风带来了故事的种子，将故事吹去了远方。

I have secretly kissed you in the crowd, I smell your hair fragrance, when I walk gently wipe your skirt to take away your dust.

我曾在人群中偷偷吻了你，我闻到了你的发香，走时轻擦裙摆带走你一身风尘。

"At the door, the wind has worn away."

“门扉处，风过有旧痕。”

A gust of wind brushed the hair between my cheeks, blew the clouds off the horizon, blew the leaves off the trees, spread a golden carpet on the ground, and rolled up the waves in the sea, so that the sparkling water pentium。

一阵风拂过我脸颊间的发丝，吹散天边的云层，吹掉树上的落叶，把地面铺起了金色地毯，又在海上卷起涛涛大浪，使波光粼粼的海水奔腾不息。

You can't just write about the wind if you want to write about the wind. To write about the clouds, to write about the shadows of the trees, to write about the wind chimes hanging from the eaves. To write about the mountain, to write about the waves rolling up and down, to write about the light boat and bamboo raft rippling. Until the end, pondering, writing about her unruly skirt and the smell of her hair.

你要写风，就不能只写风。要写云卷云舒，要写树影婆娑，要写屋檐边悬挂的风铃响。要写拨云见日的山，要写卷起又落的浪，写轻舟与竹筏轻荡漾。直到最后，推敲思量，写她不听话的裙摆和发梢的香。