An essay: the mystery of nature

The wind is always mysterious. Its appearance sometimes brings people endless happiness, but sometimes it doesn't.

In spring, a breeze slowly blows over fields and mountains. The light green grass woke up after a sleep in the ground, slowly sticking its head out of the ground, and the young trees sprouted and danced with the wind. Birds fly happily in the sky and sing heartily. The wind gently stroked my face, soft and comfortable.

Summer is coming, and the weather is always so sultry. People hope the wind will come soon. But the wind has become very naughty and always plays hide-and-seek with people. Finally, there was a little wind, and before I was happy, it ran away without a trace, and I couldn't find it anyway. Hey, there's nothing I can do about it!

In the coming autumn, the golden wind is coming. It used the joy of harvest, magical colors, fresh air and a big brush to dye the leaves yellow and the fields and orchards golden yellow. Everything turns golden, giving people a brand-new feeling, and the beautiful dance of the wind is even more pleasing to the eye.

Winter is coming, and the golden world has turned into a vast expanse of white. The north wind blew unceremoniously. It is not as gentle and appropriate as the spring wind, but it comes quickly and fiercely, like a group of hungry tigers roaring from all directions. It broke a bare branch. In the north, it drives the children who are playing with snow home. Pedestrians in the street are dressed like cotton bags, hunched back, bowed their heads and shrunk their necks, and trudged along. Not many people go out, and everyone seems to be afraid of meeting the north wind again. But I think the wind may not be intentional, it may be too impatient, and I look forward to welcoming a new spring as soon as possible!

The mystery of the wind, although it sometimes brings some unhappiness, is also its charm.