Go chase a gust of wind

 　　When I was a child, every autumn when my family was busy winnowing grain in the threshing ground, there would happen to be a windless day. My father would then whistle softly to summon the wind. Strangely enough, it wouldn't take long before a gentle breeze would sweep across the threshing ground. From that time on, I believed that the wind had a spirit, that it had life.

　　I have walked on the grasslands listening to the wind. The spring breeze is light and graceful, gently caressing the grasslands; the summer breeze is warm and hot, kissing your cheeks; the autumn breeze is clean and refreshing, making the blue sky seem higher and the clouds lighter; the winter wind is direct and crisp, like the strong and unrestrained liquor of the grasslands. No matter the season, there is always a moment when you are walking or sitting quietly, and suddenly you hear the wind quietly creeping up your ears, knocking on your heart. You are immersed in the wind, your eyes glazed over, enjoying that gentle caress and the whispering, thrilling feeling.

　　I once danced with the wind in the fields. The morning breeze, carrying the fresh scent of earth and crops, swirled and danced before my nose. I followed the wind to see the glistening dewdrops about to disappear, and ran to the edge of the field to see the newly blooming wildflowers. The wind in the fields blew down the petals of the crops. I lay in the wheat field as if swimming in water, feeling the power and strength of the wind with the swaying wheat. Finally, the wind in the fields turned the corn yellow, bent the wheat, and cracked the peas. The peas burst open with a "bang," and I happily squatted down to pick up the round peas. At that moment, I knew that the wind had given life to the peas, and next year the fields would still be lush and green. I

　　once traced the wind's footprints on the sea. At that time, I was working at sea. The boundless sea connected with the sky, and the wind rushed from one end to the other without hindrance. The next day, it would rush back from the other end to this end, making the legs of the oil drilling platform groan. Watching the white seagulls soar in the azure sky with the wind, watching the delicate dragonflies hover and flit above the ships, watching the shimmering sea under the moonlight, I know that it is the wind that bestows upon them power. Suddenly, my phone vibrates in the night, a delightful surprise at receiving a message. It turns out the wind has carried my longing from the land to the sea, bringing a touch of comfort to my heart. At that moment, I believe the wind not only has life, but also emotions.

　　Go chase the wind, and in it, look back on the youthful days spent running with it; go chase the wind, and in it, feel the cycle and change of life; go chase the wind, and in it, understand the attitude and true meaning of life. The wind has life, power, and a vast heart, and of course, it gives people more to imagine and to entrust their hopes to.

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