Ten Miles of Spring Wind, Still You; Moving Also You

If spring has anything that evokes both love and hatred, it must be the spring wind,When spring just arrives, accompanied by a gentle wind, the earth gradually reveals lush green sprouts after being caressed by this gentle wind, and the buds on the treetops begin to unfold their figures, in shades of pink, yellow, red, and purple, creating a peaceful and beautiful scene that invites contemplation of the tranquility of time. The breeze brushes against one's face, dispersing even the most troubled thoughts, and the warm spring wind carries the scent of sunshine, making one long to drift into dreams, as if in the sunshine-drenched spring wind, sleep is the only legitimate pursuit,However, as soon as spring equinox passes, the spring wind instantly changes its style, becoming unrestrained and wild. At night, the wind outside the window sounds like the low growl of some creature, the curtains are blown up high, and even the door bangs and rattles incessantly, as if mischievous children were playing pranks. Large winds bend the branches of trees along the roadside, and the newly settled buds on the branches flutter weakly in the wind, scattering fallen petals, which, though beautiful, always tug at one's heartstrings. The young ladies who just donned their spring attire must constantly guard against the spring wind, which could whip up their skirts, and a gust of wind would immediately mess up even the most meticulously styled hairstyles, so they could only shrug their shoulders and hurry down the street, seeking refuge in sheltered corners,Children, especially, love the spring wind. The stronger the wind, the more excited the children are. When the wind picks up, they run a mile in the direction of the wind, seemingly competing with it to see whose strength is greater. The kites in the sky flap and rustle, soaring high into the sky, until even the most colorful patterns appear as tiny dots, while kites that aren't flown wobble and fall straight down, drunk and unsteady, some hanging from trees, others from walls, causing the children below to jump with panic, and they can only give up and leave,The taste of spring is like this—a combination of movement and stillness, and wherever you go, you find it to be playful and charming.