我心中的风
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我心中的风
风中的少年，追逐着蒲公英，而那一阵阵的风，却让他不得不无止境的追逐……
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我是一个风中追逐的少年，我希望追逐到至死方休。风给予我无尽的动力，燃烧斗志，战个痛快。
而那无尽的风，便是我心中的母爱，它时而轻柔拂面，但也却狂风呼啸，也如同那黄昏般凄凉。这阵风一直陪伴在我身旁，无时无刻，每分每秒;我却很少会感受它的拂面，即便它会冰封万里，透寒人心。
春晓，它与鲜花飞鸟相伴，带来无穷生机，无限希望。但它却同样的暴躁，在春日也会如同野兽般的狂啸，震动人心。春风细雨，有花常伴;尘土狂风，仍有坚石相随。
烈夏，它却与骤雨雷霆闪电交织，我无处躲藏，他要破灭我内心的肮脏，它要毁灭我内心的那一片小小世界，建筑它理想的国度，可这并非我想要。我或许向往自由，或许渴望宁静;但绝非由你来缔造。
风雨交加，夏日幻夜，毁灭即为重建;你我不过渴望洗礼，而非改造。
秋月，它带来丰收与喜望，却也夹杂着无尽的凄凉。秋风吹黄叶，吹下的也是无尽的凄凉，吹过的却是汗水与泥泞。它对与果实满心欢笑，这是它送给少年最好的礼物;它也不得不离去，改变出一个新的自己……
秋月，冷风涌起，吹来少年的蒲公英，因为它即将离去……
无寒之冬。风，它又回来啦。但是如此的寒冷，我无法躲开它的冲击，而当我感受它时，却是那么的熟悉。可在心中却是一种回归。它。便是北风。这一阵北风后有太多的似曾相识……
它的背后是春风细雨;是雨夜的战神;是秋月最后的陌路……
北风的背后是什么。北风又是什么。
我也无从知晓，可我坚定地相信风即是母爱。我是风中追寻蒲公英的少年。在不断追寻，不断地跌倒。
当我追到蒲公英是，那阵风有会怎样。飘向何处，亦或回归何处。
最终，我可会明白;
“风欲静而树不止，子欲养而亲不待”。
英文翻译
The wind in my heart
Wind boy, chasing dandelion, and the waves of the wind, however, he had an endless chase ......
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I was a boy chasing the wind, I hope to chase until they die. Wind power has given me endless, burning to fight, fight enjoyment.
And that endless wind, maternal love is in my heart, it sometimes gentle breeze was blowing, but the wind was whistling, but also as bleak as that evening. This gust has been accompanied by my side all the time, every minute; I rarely feel it's blowing, even though it would ice thousands of miles, through the cold heart.
Chunxiao, which birds and flowers accompanied by endless vitality, infinite hope. But it is the same temper, in the spring will be like a wild beast roared, shaking people. Spring rain, often accompanied by flowers; dust storm, still flint hand in hand.
Liexia, it lightning and thunder showers intertwined, I have nowhere to hide, he would burst my heart dirty, it is to destroy it a small world, building it over the country in my heart, but this is not what I want . I might yearn for freedom, perhaps eager to quiet; but by no means to you to create.
Stormy summer night magic, destruction is rebuilding; but you and I desire baptism, rather than transformation.
Moon, it brings hope and joy of harvest, but also mixed with endless bleak. Yellow leaves of autumn wind is blowing under the endless bleak, but it is blowing sweat and mud. It filled with laughter and fruit, which is the best gift it to teenagers; it also had to leave, to change a new own ......
Moon, filled with cold, blowing dandelion young, because it is about to leave ......
No cold of winter. Wind, come back. But so cold, I can not escape its impact, and when I feel it, but it is so familiar. Available at heart it is a return. It. It is the north wind. After this burst of the north there are too many deja vu ......
Behind it is a spring rain; Ares is rainy night; the moon is the last of a stranger ......
What is behind the north wind. Borean what is.
I have no way of knowing, but I firmly believe that the wind is the motherly love. I am the wind in search of dandelion teenager. In constant pursuit, continue to fall.
When I catch up with dandelion it is the wind that there will be. Drifting where, where or will return.
Eventually, I will understand;
"Calm, but the tree wind blows, son wants his parents wait for."