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

發(fā)梢淺淺地凌亂。于是我臆斷，那是感知到了和無(wú)形相擁的溫柔。

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.

河邊的蘆葦微微晃動(dòng)，樹葉沙沙作響，水面蕩起波紋，鮮花搖了搖頭芬芳馥郁，發(fā)絲隨之飄起，看啊蒲公英要去履行約定了。

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.

眼前人發(fā)絲微起，樹葉沙沙作響，海面波光粼粼，紙飛機(jī)飛向遠(yuǎn)方，雪白的試卷飄揚(yáng)，風(fēng)帶來(lái)了故事的種子，將故事吹去了遠(yuǎn)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，我聞到了你的發(fā)香，走時(shí)輕擦裙擺帶走你一身風(fēng)塵。

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

“門扉處，風(fēng)過(guò)有舊痕。”

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。

一陣風(fēng)拂過(guò)我臉頰間的發(fā)絲，吹散天邊的云層，吹掉樹上的落葉，把地面鋪起了金色地毯，又在海上卷起濤濤大浪，使波光粼粼的海水奔騰不息。

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.

你要寫風(fēng)，就不能只寫風(fēng)。要寫云卷云舒，要寫樹影婆娑，要寫屋檐邊懸掛的風(fēng)鈴響。要寫撥云見(jiàn)日的山，要寫卷起又落的浪，寫輕舟與竹筏輕蕩漾。直到最后，推敲思量，寫她不聽(tīng)話的裙擺和發(fā)梢的香。