Write a composition with the wind as the beginning.

1. Write a composition on the topic of wind. It brings cold, but it can run like hell. I hate winter, but I don't hate the wind, because it wakes me up. Although it brought me back to that shadow, I don't blame it, I am willing.

No matter how the seasons change, the wind will always be our most loyal friend and never leave us.

Looking forward to the fine weather in late winter and early spring to help Beijing bid for the Olympic Games; I hope that next summer, the wind will blow away the cloud of "Black July", spread the news of July 13 victory all over the world, and turn that July into the hottest summer in the global village; Looking forward to autumn and winter, I heard the wind exhorting, calling and howling. Looking forward to every windy day.

Outside the window, the heart of the wind is beating.

Walking through the reedy grassland, I always feel that I heard the melodious flute. You said bagpipes.

The wind has a sound, but we ignore it. So, you teach me to listen, the wind whispers in my ear, or passes through the wind chimes on the mountain, the grass leaves or the golden roof.

This summer, I stayed in this windy farm, slept in the wind, woke up in the wind, and my ears and mind were full of abundance.

When I left and returned to the city, the towering buildings blocked the wind, leaving only my ears used to listening to the wind. Still listening.

Halo cloud

When we were teenagers, when we went to physical education class, our teacher taught us to lie on the grass, listen to the flowers and watch the clouds in the sky. I watched Yunfei fly across the sky with rapt attention. I never knew that clouds walked so fast. No wonder walking clouds are compared to running water.

Looking at Yun Qi, Yun Fei, Yunju and Yun Fan, I gradually feel dizzy. I sat up and said to the teacher, "I feel dizzy." Some people get carsick, others get seasick, so I feel dizzy.

When I told you this experience, you looked at me with a strange look and said, "My God." I couldn't help laughing.

Why do you always find it interesting and even precious no matter what I do?

line

Feng is the most creative artist. He doesn't like fixed shapes and is always changing the appearance of things. Straighten to bend, flatten to three-dimensional. You must have seen tall trees winding in the wind; You must have seen the calm sea set off stormy waves.

You must have seen a gentleman's hair blown unkempt and a lady's skirt blown off. These are just little pranks.

The artist was drunk, crying and singing, and his pen and ink were smooth. It was a typhoon. He lost control of all the lines, was unrestrained and had the power to destroy everything.

The wind shows us an artist's meticulous gentleness and violent madness.

dark

I fish by the clear water, not to cultivate feelings, but to try to be an independent and mature woman. At least, I have the ability to fish.

However, everything is wrong today.

Where are all the fish? It's like getting a message that the fish is gone.

Approaching the surface of the water, I finally saw that the ripples on the surface of the water were clear code words for teaching fish to hide. Throw the fishing rod aside and I sat in the beautiful water for a long time. Look at the fish floating up, gently kiss my reflection in the water, the hibiscus flowers beside my temples.

sports

Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan, so there is no lotus leaf.

Did you pick the lotus? Haven't generated it yet? There is only one pool of round leaves.

It was a quiet afternoon, crystal drops stopped on the leaves, red dragonflies flew into childhood memories, and the whole lotus pond fell asleep like a dream.

The wind is coming.

The wind likes to stir the sleeping lotus leaves, pulling them up from the water as if to take them away, and then putting them down as if to give up. Again and again, the lotus leaves ignore it because they know the temperament of the wind. Know the wind never seriously, just love to play.

Say hello to ...

I was ill for a long time.

In a trance, I often see him, carrying a simple bag, standing by the door like the day he left, with lonely and warm eyes under the brim, saying, I have come to make peace.

I shook my head firmly. He must choose between two kinds of love. Me, or the ocean.

Standing in the light, he said, wait for me this time, and then I won't go again.

However, the ocean is a wild and jealous lover and will not let him come back.

I gradually recovered and hung the washed clothes in the summer sun. Suddenly, a voice came from a distance.

It's him, arrogant and gentle, who sends greetings, hugs and touches from the sea.

The sea, can't give up on him. He can't leave me

silent

Often don't talk when it's windy.

Speaking in the wind, the lines are separated and cannot be conveyed completely and clearly.

I tend to keep quiet in the crowd.

It is more and more difficult for people to understand each other, especially after experiencing the world and human feelings, and it is found that even the simplest greetings are insincere.

Who can teach me to express my sincere goodwill to the world in the clearest language? Who can understand me and appreciate the selfless dedication of the four seasons with the purest mood? Before the wind stops, my choice is still silence.

2. Write a composition on the topic of "Wind". Who is the freest in nature?

Maybe it is. It shuttles through the four seasons and comes and goes gently. This is the wind.

Spring wind, it swept the land of * * *, leaving green grass all over the ground, swaying its slender waist in the spring breeze; It brushed the frozen lake and rippled, as if it were raising its clear skirt; It passes through the withered branches, and the branches take out small buds and slowly stretch with the spring breeze. Spring breeze, like a fresh and refined music, carries hope and evokes a sleeping life.

The summer wind, slowly, jumps and plays, sometimes flying high and sometimes sweeping low. It plays music for lovely leaves, dances for quiet grass, brings coolness and refreshment to farmers who work hard in the fields, and eliminates troubles and impatience. It broke into the hearts of all things and added a lot of fun to this lively and extraordinary world. The summer wind, like my mother's kind hands, contains warmth and removes all anxiety in the world.

Autumn wind, mixed with a few cool drizzles, came to the world. It ripens the fruit in the orchard, turns the sorghum in the field red, peels off the green coat of the golden corn, fills the thin ears of wheat, and sounds the horn of harvest. Autumn wind is like a conscientious postman, full of joy, reporting the arrival of autumn.

The winter wind, like an unruly wild horse, runs in the fields. It trampled the grass yellow, blew away the stubble and leaves in the field, and blew away the crumbling leaves. It tests the willpower of everything in the world in its own unique way. The winter wind, like a strict examiner, with some indifference and solemnity, looks at all the answers about persistence.

Wind plays different roles in the four seasons, adding luster to the beautiful nature with its own actions.

Wind? The temper of the wind? What is the temper of the wind?

There are several kinds of winds: gentle wind, smoky wind, golden wind and cold wind. Although it's all wind, they have different tempers.

Spring breeze, like a pair of warm hands, gently touches the earth and brings vitality to it ... Under its gentle touch, the soft willows on the shore are dancing slender wicker and flying white catkins, and the reflection in the water becomes its natural mirror. It combs its beautiful hair, combs it and dances on the shore; Peach blossom is unwilling to be lonely, and it blooms the most brilliant and moving smile in spring against the breeze. The breeze blew and the lake rippled. How warm it is! People took off their thick coats and the mountains put on new clothes. The earth is green. Ah! What a charming scenery, it makes me feel like I am in another world.

Summer is coming, and the doll in summer is like a naughty child. As the saying goes, "One day in June, the child's face changed when you said it." No, the rain is "scratching" underground again, and the wind is whistling. Soon, the sky cleared up again. The land bathed by heavy rain has fresh air, and some "pearls" hang on the grass in Ye Er. They are playing on the slide! When it doesn't rain, the burning sun "bakes" the earth, and the wind plays hide-and-seek with us. Occasionally there is a gust of wind, which is also hot.

Autumn is crisp, the breeze blows across the earth, and the earth is full of golden breath: it ripens the fruits in the orchard and the fruits pounce on the embrace of mother earth; It blew the maple leaf red, and the maple leaf blushed and gave good news to Mother Earth. It turns the leaves yellow. In the forest, there is a rustling sound and the leaves are dancing. ...

In the middle of winter, the cold wind roared, and the wind blew on people's faces, cutting them like countless knives. It really hurts! People wear thick clothes and look heavy. ...

The wind, sometimes mild, sometimes fierce, look, this stubborn wind.

Writing a composition on the topic of "Wind" requires Mu Qing's style of writing. I read the newspaper the other day and saw someone lamenting that the world is getting worse and the style of writing is unclear. I also want to say a few words.

"Writing is like a man" is an old saying, and the style of writing is unclear, which is a manifestation of the coldness of the world. You see, alpine nose is very popular, so plastic surgery hospitals also have many peaks. Shoulder-length hair is fashionable, so you can't tell a man from a woman in the street. Since people have become unable to recognize themselves, the style of writing is naturally carved beyond recognition.

Cao Zhi once described beauty as "beautiful and elegant, rich in lead and magnificent" in Luo Shen Fu, which shows that the beauty he agreed with is "naturally carved". My friend once asked me, "Do you make Yang Guifei as beautiful as Madonna?" Answer: "Who knows!" So when I think of the appearance of western beauty Peking Opera after makeup, I always feel that this is not the case. It's hard to imagine what it would be like for Cao Zhi to start rock. China has the beauty of China, so there is no need to dress up as a westerner. Otherwise, the beauty is still unknown, and "oneself" is gone. Just like the photos taken by some photo studios are so beautiful that customers can't recognize them themselves, why bother about this beauty! Nowadays, the style of writing is becoming more and more popular, which seems to be related to always wanting to follow the fashion. The author has too little ego and too much kitsch. As a result, the style of writing has also become turbid. Although there is a lot of fragrance and fat, it always makes people unable to see the true face of the content.

This fragrant wind and fat gas are blowing slowly, and the "Little Swallow" rides the wind to Wan Li; This fragrant wind, fat gas blowing slowly, Qiong Yao also played deeply; As soon as this fragrant wind blows, the article is full of stupid words such as "cool" and "handsome" that no one knows. As soon as this fragrant wind blows, newspapers and books are full of pretentious "flattering" works.

A work without "I" is a work of a craftsman in exchange for a bowl of rice, and an article that dares not tell the truth is not as good as A Gui's. Man-made words are the lead China that whitewashes peace; After twists and turns in the intestines, the word 18 has lost its popularity. Who knows what it smells like!

Mu Qing's writing style, come on! We really can't wait! You take the shovel and I'll take the broom to dig the soil!

Remove its decoration, keep its truth, shovel its vulgarity, show its purity, and let Mu Qing's style blow up!

4. Write a short essay of more than 600 words on the topic of "Wind". The topic is important wind and wisdom. People used to pay attention to the wind direction. Hunters know that their prey always moves with the wind. If they want to get close to their prey without being found by it, they must go against the wind. Farmers can predict the occurrence of rainfall or drought by observing the change of wind direction. Lying on the boat, they felt the waves caused by strong winds. Polynesian sailors knew that there would be an island somewhere beyond the horizon, and felt that the waves set off by strong winds were hitting the distant island. In the Arctic, when fog and dazzling white snow blur all landmarks and make it difficult to tell the direction, Eskimos can still tell the direction by the airflow above the snow and ice in their memory. Their familiarity with the wind direction enabled Spanish, Dutch, French and British ships to sail to Africa. India and the United States. An English captain named Ross claimed that a storm could be predicted by listening to the sound of strong winds blowing the ropes on board. There are not many people who can tell the wind direction now. We live in a building with chrome steel and glass structure. The wind outside is often formed by endless traffic or narrow streets with buildings. We rent the weather forecast now. Instead of relying on the wind behind us to predict the weather, most of the winds we hear are the creaking of the wind on the windows, the rustling of branches rubbing against the window screens, and the rustling of the through-flow in the living room aisle. This kind of wind, such as the rustling of leaves across the grass, the hissing of branches in the strong wind, and the roaring of choppy waves, is like pop music, not classical music. People naturally ask, what is behind the wind? It is easy for people to personify the wind into the breath of God. People think that breathing wind into the lungs can give people life. In the languages of Jews, Arabs, Romans and Greeks, the word "ghost" comes from the word "wind". Whenever Eskimo men shoot the evil spirits they think are driving gusts with long guns, their women wave sticks and run outside to chase the wind. In a Navajo poem, the fingerprints on our fingertips are described as the result of the strong wind blowing when our ancestors were born. The breeze is refreshing. The wind blew layers of waves, beating the coast with mild climate. The fragrance of spices and coconuts is refreshing. The wind beckoned us to move on. Standing under the lighthouse in Kavi Cairo, Hawaii, you can smell the north wind blowing head-on. This wind makes you feel as if you still have the breath of China and Japan. Occasionally, you can see the noise of the wind, which makes New Mexico dusty and blows the red dust all the way to Michigan and Washington, D.C. It blows the dust in the Sahara desert to France like blood-red raindrops. Through the wind, we saw some signs in the world that we had never seen before. However, the wind can inspire people. On summer nights, the breeze blows the smell of skunks and hay from the hillside. Some animals are familiar with these air currents. Bears stretch their noses at night, sniffing the airflow and moving quickly among pine trees. Perhaps, it is through these air currents that birds decide the migration time. People are fascinated by flying and watch birds flying in the wind with relish. The eagle flew into the sky with hot air. In autumn, geese ride the north wind from the North Pole. The seagulls flapped their wings. Soaring above the waves, we also heard that only the wind can make plants play music. Listening to the wind, you can appreciate the different sounds made by various plants. The scream of pine trees, the singing of oak trees, the sigh of grass rustling, and the gentle singing of sequoia trees. Knowing the wind is a kind of wisdom, which makes people understand the earth. To know the wind, you have to know where you are and how long you have lived. The illusion of the wind says, "I love you." She is cold and pure, soft but stubborn. The wind always follows the clouds, just to meet the rain. He wants to take the rain away-to see the whole world. However, the rain always insists on "falling". She wants her home-a golden wheat field, a deep lake, or a blazing sand sea. The wind is just wandering. The rain is realistic, she chooses to leave, and the wind can only gently push the clouds. Bring the rain to the sky above her chosen lover. When the rain drops tears and rushes straight to the ground, the desperate whimper of the wind is often drowned by the cry of the rain, and they talk for the last time. Therefore, people always think that the stormy night is the coldest night, because there are two cold hearts in the air, trying to wipe away the tears in the night for each other ... The love of the wind was washed away by the rain. When the wind said "I love you" again, his heart was already hesitant. Dancing beautiful body, dancing the heat wave of the whole body, the skirt is full of red flowers. What the wind needs is this warmth, this * * *. He no longer hesitated, repeating the oath of love, and his eyes were full of ghostly flames. The love of the wind is no longer pure and sincere. He is so integrated with fire. The hot body on the fire is flying wildly. "Click" sound. However, fire is still happy, swallowing everything it touches with the wind and spitting out smoke and ashes. The wind felt dizzy, and the sight of the burning body gave birth to a kind of hatred and disdain. He thinks he no longer needs the warmth of fire. He took the fire to the grassland, where it could live freely and arbitrarily. He thinks he can leave when he finds happiness for fire. The wind has resolutely increased. He ran into the air. He let the fire burn on the ground. He thought, "Fire will never reach the sky." He couldn't help feeling a long-lost relief. Looking back, he saw that the fire was still smiling at him, throwing a little spark and putting it out in the wind. When the wind bowed its head again, the fire was exhausted and about to go out. The wind was taken aback, but unexpectedly left him, and the fire went out. "It turns out that the fire loves me so much" ... only half of the love in Feng's heart has been extinguished with the fire. "I love you"-this is Feng's last love. He just wants to find a lover who really needs him and can be controlled by him gently and demurely, and then take him to live the life that Feng chooses. He will take care of her, be responsible for her, and will not abandon her. "This is love," Feng thought. It is a delicate green leaf on the treetop. She promised him shyly, but bravely decided to leave home and wander with the wind. The wind swept her away proudly, leaving the other leaves on the branches shivering and crying. Since then, the wind has taken that one away.

Have you stood in the warm spring breeze, closed your eyes, savored it, and let the wind lift your long hair and surround it? The moment it was blown by the wind seemed to be full of warmth.

Enjoyment is a kind of love. Jane's love is like an angel of the wind, giving Adele a kind of care (although Adele is not short of love, Jane's love has been given to her with all her love in the process of education), and Jane's love has also won her love. In our spiritual society, caring is a kind of caress, like a gust of wind, but it is essential in summer. There should be love between people, so that we can get along better. The world is full of love, and living with others always wants to be loved. When you associate with your classmates, you want to be loved. When interacting with parents, you want to be loved; When you associate with friends, you want to get love. Imagine that without love, the world would be gloomy and lose its color. With love, the world becomes colorful, so we should learn to care about others. When others are sad, just comfort them and their world will be full of color. When others are lost, you give an encouragement, and his mood will warm up; When others are lonely, you can spend it with him, and his life will be full of sunshine. If you can associate with people with caring wind like Jane Eyre in your life, friendship will not leave you, but will last forever. Life is like this. Only by giving love can the world be as warm as spring. It's even sadder not to understand other people's love. So we should learn to understand the love of others. Do you often feel that your parents are very fond of you? This is their love for you, but it is not well expressed. We are their children and should understand them. They nag only because they care too much about you. However, you are too familiar with other people's love and ignore their parents' love. They care about you and take good care of you. Do they spend more time on our love than ordinary people? Parents' love needs to be rewarded more. Every word they say, you have a feeling of "love" in your heart, and you won't feel that they are nagging. Because they love you. Understand the love of parents, feel the warm wind, and give the warmth of love to the person you love! The wind, still, because of its coolness; Love, still, because it is eternal; Heart, still, because of its kind of love.

= = = = = = = = = = = People are used to paying close attention to the wind direction. Hunters know that their prey always moves with the wind. If they want to get close to their prey without being found, they must go against the wind. Farmers can predict the occurrence of rainfall or drought by observing the change of wind direction. Lying on the boat, they felt the waves caused by strong winds. Moreover, I feel that the waves caused by strong winds are hitting distant islands. In the Arctic, when fog and dazzling white snow blur all landmarks and make it difficult to tell the direction, Eskimos can still rely on the airflow above the snow and ice in their memory to tell the direction. Familiarity with the wind direction enables Spanish, Dutch, French and British ships to sail to Africa, India and America. An English captain named Ross claimed that listening to the sound of strong winds blowing ropes could predict a storm coming. There are not many people who can tell the wind direction now. We live in a building with chrome steel and glass structure. The wind outside is often formed by endless traffic or narrow streets with buildings. We now rely on the weather forecast instead of the wind behind us to predict the weather. Most of the wind we hear is the creaking sound of the wind on the window, and the rustling sound of the branches rubbing against the window screen. There was a gurgling sound of running water in the corridor of the living room. This kind of wind, such as the rustling of leaves across the grass, the call of branches in the strong wind and the roar of rough waves, is like pop music, not classical music. People naturally have to ask, what is behind the wind that makes it easy for people to personify the wind into the breath of God, thinking that breathing into the lungs will give people life. In the languages of Jews, Arabs, Romans and Greeks, the word "ghost" comes from the word "wind". Whenever Eskimo men shoot the evil spirits they think are driving away the gust of wind with long guns, their women wave sticks and run outside to catch the strong wind. A Navajo poem describes the fingerprints on our fingertips as the result of the strong wind blowing when our ancestors were born. The wind is fresh. The wind is blowing layers of waves, beating the coast with mild climate. The fragrance of spices and coconuts is refreshing. The wind is calling us forward. Standing under the lighthouse in Kawei, Hawaii, you can smell the oncoming north wind, which makes you feel as if it brings the breath of China and Japan. Occasionally, I can see the noise of strong winds, which makes New Mexico dusty. Blowing the world of mortals all the way to Michigan and Washington, D.C., it blows the dust in the Sahara desert to France like blood-red raindrops. Through the wind, we saw some signs in the world that we had never found before. However, the wind can inspire people. On summer nights, the breeze blows the smell of skunks and hay from the hillside. Some animals are familiar with these air currents. Bears stretch their noses at night to smell these air currents. Fast through the pine trees. Perhaps, it is through these air currents that birds decide the migration time. People are fascinated by flying and watch birds flying in the wind with relish. The eagle flew into the sky with hot air. In autumn, geese ride the north wind from the North Pole. Seagulls flapped their wings and soared above the waves. We also heard that only the wind can make plants play music. Listening to the wind, you can appreciate the different sounds made by various plants. The pines and oaks groan, the grass rustles and the redwoods sing softly. Understanding the wind is a kind of wisdom, which makes people understand the earth. To understand the wind, you have to know where you are and how long you have lived. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

6. Please write a composition on the topic of "Wind". Why is the wind between heaven and earth so complicated? Hard things block it, and soft things hold it.

No matter how hard it blows; I can't escape from heaven and earth after blowing through the mountains that cover the sun, the free and easy forest that fills the air, and the vast ocean. Still for this reason, the wind can't be calm for a lifetime, just like human feelings.

Perhaps the calmest wind is the breeze. Sure enough, the wind is still not calm, but a storm is brewing.

On a steaming summer day, the wind lowered the sky by half, and the small leaves at the top of the tree hung heavily. The wind doesn't move at all, but how can it be calm? The power of the wind can already be felt in advance, like a crouching beast, if it doesn't sleep, it will jump far. Only the breeze is the calmest, and nothing can stop it: leaves are stirred by it, willows bend down along it, flowers and plants pitch with it, doors and windows let it in and out, light clouds float with it, water is snuggled by it, and it gently rubs.

With the coolness in the morning and evening, the warmth and coldness of the four seasons, a breeze, just like that distant and light emotion, makes the world emerge with different colors of sadness and joy. Sometimes a gust of wind is so light, so happy and so naughty.

Sometimes with a touch of sadness, sometimes with a touch of tenderness; Sometimes comfortable, sometimes desolate. Who says heaven and earth are heartless? It just smiles and sighs, and only the restrained wind blows.

Because once you relax, heaven and earth can't hold on. If the water on both sides of a stream is too tightly bound, it only needs to flow, flow and flow to the sea, then there is no boundary and freedom.

The wind, unless it is tied tightly, can't get rid of it. Relax and let it blow harder; The branch stopped, and a stone and a grass at the foot stretched out their arms sideways to stop it.

The window is too small and the door is too narrow to squeeze in. The wall covers it and the house covers it.

But can wind energy solve this problem? Sand and stones can also be taken away. Leaves can be rolled up, walls can be knocked down and houses can be overturned. Blow hard again, trees can be uprooted, stones can be blown down, big waves can be rolled up, large areas of land can be swallowed up, and houses and castles can be swept clean.

Listen to its crazy howling, howling and wailing. The more you stop it, the more you push it crazily. Who cares? The sand in the ground has been blowing for a long time, and the clouds in the sky are close to the ground. The sun lost its luster and the earth lost its color. It is necessary to destroy heaven and earth and restore chaos regardless of heaven and earth.

However, the wind can't turn over a corner of the sky and crash out. No matter how fierce, after all, it is stuffy in the small world.

Blow it, it can only set off a wave, like the power excited by the ups and downs of the seabed, and it will be suppressed. The wind is so tight in the sun, blowing and blowing, only blowing the ground in a mess, I am still not free.

Unfinished, I like to be angry to the extreme, I can't be angry anymore, and I am in a weak and weary through illness; Like sadness to the extreme, it becomes constant hatred; Carnival to the extreme, become desolate; Disappointment to the extreme becomes indifference. The wind is full of troubles and fatigue.

Whether it's the cold wind, the steaming wind, the yearning wind or the angry wind, it gradually fades away, leaving only a few long sighs and no sound, as if the wind had all blown out. But where is the wind?

As long as you listen to the quiet time, at dusk, there are often a few low sighs, like a peaceful old man sighing helplessly. The wind has not abated.

Or just for this, heaven and earth are so tightly bound by the wind. The wind can go through thorns. Life is like the wind.

What an old metaphor. You may think it comes and goes in a hurry without a trace.

I waded through mountains and rivers, scoured out the gravel in time and space, and found the true meaning of this metaphor: only the wind can cross the thorns. Dickinson described life as the inside and outside of the wall, and we climbed layer by layer. In fact, this fence is covered with thorns, and when we walk, we are often black and blue, physically and mentally destroyed.

At this time, you can see the wind outside the wall winding and whistling unyieldingly, and there are spectacular traces in the air. We often walk in the eternal journey of life, running in the rough, nirvana in frustration, sadness around the whole body, pain floating everywhere.

We are tired, but we can't stop; We are bitter, but we cannot avoid it. Sunshine and rain are coming, flying sand and stones, and we are covered in scars and have to face the thorny jungle.

Thoreau said, "You can hear the sound of the river here. The ancient wind that lost its name rustled through our Woods. "

Perhaps by asking about the ancient times, we can understand the true meaning of life like the wind. Su Shi sees the wind.

This once brilliant literati began to be down and out because of the Huangzhou poetry case, and was besieged on all sides. On the moonlit night in Chibi, he was disheartened, looking at "the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains" and dreaming of his dancing crane.

Facing the frustration as deep as a river, he saw the wind whistling and hovering at the top of the mountain, and then crossing the dark thorn forest with the pain of tearing the body and cracking the bone. In a flash, the lump in his heart and the twining pain went with the wind.

Frustration, pain, only forgetting. Epiphany.

So he lived happily in the world of mortals, sent his feelings to the mountains and rivers, and finally became immortal. However, the wind that night has been lost in the years, and no one can see it ... Van Gogh saw the wind.

He lay lazily in the sunflower field, entangled in a difficult problem and pain: none of the paintings that exhausted his hard work were understandable and could not be sold! For a person who regards art as his life, no one appreciates his art as if no one values his life. This is a kind of pain of being despised and despised! This is the biggest setback in a person's life! Fortunately, he saw a gust of wind passing through the sunflower field. The wind was stopped and roared angrily.

But, they moved on! Forward! Whether their bodies were cut by swaying branches, they succeeded. So he also succeeded.

Paintings like Sunflower are priceless and rare until today, shortly after his death. ..... There are too many stories about the wind.

When the wind blew its horn and roared through the silent forest of thorns, I believe many wise eyes saw what it showed. Only the wind can cross the thorns.

Only the style of study can despise all setbacks, let the pain disappear and let the happiness overflow the journey.